The Fowler.
Master.—What do you say, fowler? How do you snare birds?
Fowler.—I snare them in many ways: sometimes with nets, sometimes with nooses, sometimes with lime, sometimes by whistling, sometimes with a hawk, sometimes with traps....
Master.—How do you feed your hawks?
Fowler.—In winter they feed themselves and me; in Lent I let them fly away to the wood; and in autumn I catch young birds and tame them.
Master.—And why do you let those that you have tamed fly away from you?
Fowler.—Because I do not wish to feed them in the summer, as they eat too much.
Master.—But many men do feed tame hawks through the summer, so that they may have them ready again.
Fowler.—Yes, so they do; but I do not wish to be so bothered with them, because I know how to catch many more.