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VEN : Have a care, sir ; he is for the weeds. 



Pise: .... 



VEN : Oh, sir. What is to be done now ? 



Pise : Marry, a strong fish ; no man alive could 

 have held him ; but I have not done with him, 

 scholar. Mark now, how I shall play him with 

 the hand. See, a gentle pull and draw ; a steady 

 sawing motion of the arm, and 



COR: Haw! Haw! 



Pise : Corydon, we do not desire your company. 

 Come, scholar, let us be going, for there is a not- 

 able pool beyond this meadow where I have seen 

 as many as twenty valiant trouts feeding at a time. 

 And when we are come to this pool we will sit 

 beneath one of those tall elms and rest from our 

 toil awhile. For let me tell you that the sun is 

 now so hot and high that it is odds against our 

 seeing anything to repay our casting. But there 

 we will take our dinner pleasantly, feasting blame- 

 lessly among the buttercups like these same silly 

 kine ; and I will give you yet more directions, for 

 I would fain make you an artist. 



VEN : Well, sir, I will confess that a sandwich 

 will not come amiss. 



Pise : Nay, scholar, an your stomach be for 

 sandwiches I must pity you ; for let me tell you, 

 sir, that I do abhor your sandwiches. A greasy, 



