Ven: Have a care, sir; he is for the weeds.
Pisc: …
Ven: Oh, sir. What is to be done now?
Pisc: Marry, a strong fish; no man alive could have held him; but I have not done with him, scholar. Mark now, how I shall play him with the hand. See, a gentle pull and draw; a steady sawing motion of the arm, and
Cor: Haw! Haw!
Pisc: Corydon, we do not desire your company. Come, scholar, let us be going, for there is a notable pool beyond this meadow where I have seen as many as twenty valiant trouts feeding at a time. And when we are come to this pool we will sit beneath one of those tall elms and rest from our toil awhile. For let me tell you that the sun is now so hot and high that it is odds against our seeing anything to repay our casting. But there we will take our dinner pleasantly, feasting blamelessly among the buttercups like these same silly kine; and I will give you yet more directions, for I would fain make you an artist.
Ven: Well, sir, I will confess that a sandwich will not come amiss.
Pisc: Nay, scholar, an your stomach be for sandwiches I must pity you; for let me tell you, sir, that I do abhor your sandwiches. A greasy,
