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Scholar ? And now, Scholar, trust me, thy guard 

 is too low. I hope thou bearest no malice. 



Scotus. — None, Master. But, lo ! I am an 

 hungered ; wilt thou taste my cates } Here I have 

 bread slices and marmalade of Dundee. This 

 fishing is marvellous hungry work. 



Anglus. — Gladly will I fall to, but first say me 

 a grace — Benedictus benedicat ! Where is thine 

 usquebaugh ? Marry, 'tis the right Talisker ! 



Scotus. — And now. Master, wherefore wert thou 

 wroth with me } Came we not forth to catch fish .' 



Anglus. — Nay, marry, Scholar, by no means to 

 catch fish, but to fish with the dry fly. Now this, 

 humanly speaking, is impossible ; natheless it is 

 rare sport. But for your fish, as they were ill come 

 by, let us even give them to good Master Hedgely 

 here, and so be merry till the sedges come on in 

 the late twilight. And, trust me, this is the rarest 

 fishing, and the peacefulest ; only see that thou 

 fish not with the wet fly, for that is Anathema. 

 So shall we have light consciences. 



Scotus. — And light baskets ! 



Anglus, — Ay, it may be so. 



