Piscator. NOW, Sir, has not my hostess made haste? and does not the fish look lovely?
Venator. Both, upon my word, Sir; and therefore let's say grace and fall to eating of it.
Piscator. Well, Sir, how do you like it?
Venator. Trust me, 'tis as good meat as I ever tasted. Now let me thank you for it, drink to you and beg a courtesy of you; but it must not be denied me.
Piscator. What is it, I pray, Sir? You are so modest, that methinks I may promise to grant it before it is asked.
Venator. Why, Sir, it is, that from henceforth you would allow me to call you Master, and that really I may be your scholar; for you are such a companion, and have so quickly caught and so excellently cooked this fish, as makes me ambitious to be your scholar.
Piscator. Give me your hand; from this time forward I will be your Master, and teach you as much of this art as I am able; and will, as you desire me, tell you somewhat of the nature of most of the fish that we are to angle for, and I am sure I both can and will tell you more than any common angler yet knows.
The third day-continued
How to fish for, and to dress, the Chavender of Chub