ninth cast this fly lit not far away from the fish's head.
The fish took the fly confidingly into its mouth.
Shortly afterwards I hit the fish on the head and placed it in my basket.
A motor-horn sounded. I looked towards the road. Purfling in his car was trying not to run over a flock of sheep.
Now read this. I call it
(Piscator, Venator, Raptor,[1] Corydon)
Pisc: Well met, my loving scholar. You have prevented me, I see.
Ven: Ay, marry, good master. I have awaited your coming this hour. Shall we be walking towards the river?
Pisc: Nay, sir, you have been betimes indeed. But there is no cause to be so brisk. Trust me, on such a dull day we shall find no fly on the water thus early. And it is my purpose to drink my morning's draught in this same good alehouse where you have so patiently expected me. Hostess, a cup of your best drink. Another. Come, I will try a third.
- ↑ In English, Pot-hunter.
