Master.—Why so?
Fisherman.—Because I would sooner catch a fish that I can slay than one who can sink or kill not me only but also my mates with one blow.
Master.—But, still, many catch whales, and escape the dangers, and obtain a great price therefor.
Fisherman.—That’s true, but I dare not, on account of the cowardliness of my mind.
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?