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and lousy and unwholesome. Shall we not throw 

 him in again and let him grow till he is more 

 worthy of your anger ? 



VEN : Nay, sir, my scales make two pounds and 

 one quarter, and I do think him to be a vastly fine 

 trout. There he is dead. 



Pise : See, sir, there is some fly coming down, as 

 I said it would. 



VEN : Then, master, we may look for more 

 sport, I trust, for I do protest that I am quite in 

 love with this fishing. My dear master, what are 

 you doing ? 



Pise: Marry, scholar, I am catching one of 

 these same flies, for let me tell you that unless 

 your lure is to the shadow of a shade the same as 

 the fly that these trouts are taking, you shall 

 labour to more purpose in yonder three-acre 

 pasture. 



VEN : Well, good master, I will e'en try my 

 detached badger over yonder trout that I see busy 

 by the willow. 



Pise : You will not take him. Here cometh a 

 fly, close in, if I can but reach him. Zounds ! I 

 am in to the waist. 



VEN : Give me your hand, dear master. Nay, 

 sir, you are woefully stuck. 



Pise: . 



