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CHAPTER XVII. TO CHAPTER XXI. 



PISCATOR. Good-morrow, brother Peter, and the like to 

 you, honest Coridon. 



Come, my hostess says there is seven shillings to pay : let's 

 each man drink a pot for his morning's draught, and lay down his 

 two shillings, so that my hostess may not have occasion to repent 

 herself of being so diligent, and using us so kindly. 



Peter. The motion is liked by eveiybody, and so, hostess, 

 here's your money. We anglers are all beholden to you ; it will 

 not be long ere I'll see you again ; and now, brother Piscator, I 

 wish you, and my brother your scholar, a fair day and good 

 fortune. Come, Coridon, this is our way. 



Venator. Good master, as we go now towards London, be 



still so courteous as to give me more instructions ; 



Of *Roach and for I have several boxes in my memory, in which 



Dace. I -(viil keep them all very safe, there shall not 



one of them be lost. 



Piscator. Well, scholar, that I will : and I will hide nothing 

 from you that I can remember, and can think may help you 

 forward towards a perfection in this art. And because we have 



