278 AN ANGLER AT LARGE 



VEN : Here is help. Good fellow, lend me 

 your aid. 



Con : Marnin', gentlemen both. Lar, naow, if 

 it bean't Measter Piscator. Zure as my name be 

 Corydon, 'tis. Swimmin', be 'ee, zur ? Cayn't 

 catch these-air trouts thataway, zur. Haw ! Haw! 



Pise: .... 



VEN : Nay, good master, this honest man meaneth 

 well by us. Prithee, brave Corydon. 



COR : Naow, zur one, two, three and up comes 

 the 



Pise : Donkey ! 



COR : If you please, zur. 



Pise: I am soundly drenched. Corydon, are 

 you not keeper here, and is not that your cottage ? 



COR : Ay, zur. 



Pise : Then, friend, you shall fit me with a dry 

 pair of breeches. Scholar, I will presently return. 



VEN : And while you are gone, I will match my 

 poor skill against yonder lusty fish. 



Pise : Nay, scholar, he is too far for you, trust 

 me. Leave him, and on my return I shall show 

 you a pretty piece of angling. Make your way 

 below bridge where I do see some tidy trouts 

 busy, who are more within your capacity. Come, 

 good Corydon. 



