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Blest fishers were, and fish the last 



Food was that he on earth did taste : 

 I therefore strive to follow those 

 Whom he to follow him hath chose. 



W. B.* 



CORIDON. Well sung, brother, you have paid your debt in 

 good coin. We anglers are all beholden to the good man that 

 made this song : come, hostess, give us more ale, and let's drink 

 to him. And now let's every one go to bed, that we may rise 

 early : but first let's pay our reckoning, for I will have nothing to 

 hinder me in the morning ; for my purpose is to prevent the sun- 

 rising. 



Peter. A match. Come, Coridon, you are to be my bed- 

 fellow. I know, brother, you and' your scholar will lie together. 

 But where shall we meet to-morrow night ? for my friend Coridon 

 and I will go up the water towards Ware. 



PiSCATOR. And my scholar and I will go down towards 

 Waltham. 



Coridon. Then let's meet here, for here are fresh sheets that 

 smell of lavender ; and I am sure we cannot expect better meat, 

 or better usage in any place. 



Peter. 'Tis a match. Good-night to everybody. 



PiSCATOR. And so say I. 



Venator. And so say I. 



* These initials, apparently of William Basse, occur in the first edition only, and prove 

 that Walton, in saying that this song '* was lately made at my request " by that composer, 

 did not refer to the mu^ic only. In the Life and Remains of Dean Bathurst, by Warton, 

 8vo., 1761, are verses" To Mr W. Basse upon the intended publication of his Poems Jan. 

 13, 1651," to which Warton adds in a note, "I findnoaccount of this writer or his poems.' 



