276 AN ANGLER AT LARGE 



Pise These olives will not tempt him. He is 

 a dainty fellow. See with what scorn he regardeth 

 the pink Wickham ; and the ginger quill fareth no 

 better than the sherry spinner, nor the Welshman's 

 button, neither. We must e'en put up a red 

 caterpillar. No ? Then an orange tag. 



VEN : Now, sir, I have given you all my 

 patterns. 



Pise : The fiend run away with this fish ! Have 

 you any salmon flies about you ? 



VEN : Nay, sweet master. 



Pise : Then do you essay to catch him. Is a 

 foe worthy of your steel. 



VEN : Thank you, sir. I will try this same 

 detached badger once again. See, master, I have 

 him. 



Pise : Well done, scholar. Keep up your point 

 or all is lost. Reel in your line, scholar give him 

 line. Oh me ! These weeds must be your undoing, 

 I fear. Bravely, scholar, bravely ! Give him line- 

 reel in he is a prodigious stout fish. Shall I take 

 the rod ? 



VEN : No. 



Pise : Well, you have bungled through, scholar, 

 and now he is your own. Well done, sir! A 

 pound if he is an ounce, and were a good fish an he 

 were in season ; but I do find him something lean 





