and lousy and unwholesome. Shall we not throw him in again and let him grow till he is more worthy of your anger?
Ven: Nay, sir, my scales make two pounds and one quarter, and I do think him to be a vastly fine trout. There—he is dead.
Pisc: See, sir, there is some fly coming down, as I said it would.
Ven: Then, master, we may look for more sport, I trust, for I do protest that I am quite in love with this fishing. My dear master, what are you doing?
Pisc: Marry, scholar, I am catching one of these same flies, for let me tell you that unless your lure is to the shadow of a shade the same as the fly that these trouts are taking, you shall labour to more purpose in yonder three-acre pasture.
Ven: Well, good master, I will e'en try my detached badger over yonder trout that I see busy by the willow.
Pisc: You will not take him. Here cometh a fly, close in, if I can but reach him. Zounds! I am in to the waist.
Ven: Give me your hand, dear master. Nay, sir, you are woefully stuck.
Pisc: …
