280 AN ANGLER AT LARGE 



Pise : Nay, sir, you cannot take him ; you have 

 not the skill to throw so far ; you will surely crack 

 off your fly. Catch me one of these trouts below 

 this bridge, them that I told you of. 



VEN : Oh, sir, they are little things. 



COR : They be daace, zur. 



Pise : Go your ways, Corydon ; I tell you that 

 they are trouts. Well, scholar, perhaps you will 

 be better employed watching me. Why, it is a 

 long cast, beshrew me ! How now ? My fly is 

 gone ! Mark this, scholar, and learn how the best 

 may be caught napping. The gut hath been over- 

 long drying and hath broken. Now, I am ready 

 again. There I think that was pretty well. 



VEN : Your fly is in the tree, sir. 



Pise : Ah, scholar, this time your eyes have not 

 deceived you; it. is as you say. Oh me! I am 

 most evilly hung up. Now, while I am mending 

 the damage, let me tell you, sir, that when I shall 

 hook yonder fish I must manage him yarely. Do 

 you see these beds of green weeds ? He will 

 surely run for them, and once among them, he 

 is lost to us, but you shall see how I shall master 

 him. 



VEN : That was a fine cast, sir. Oh, he hath 

 taken it. 



Pise : Ay, hath he, and he is mine own. 



