70 CHAPTER V. MORE DIRECTIONS HOW TO FISH FOR, AND HOW TO MAKE FOR THE TROUT AN ARTIFICIAL MINNOW AND FLIES; WITH SOME MERRIMENT. [Third Day.] PISC. Well met, brother Peter: I heard you and a friend would lodge here to-night, and that hath made me to bring my friend to lodge here too. My friend is one that would fain be a brother of the angle; he hath been an angler but this day, and I have taught him how to catch a chub by daping with a grasshopper, and the chub that he caught was a lusty one of nineteen inches long. But pray, brother Peter, who is your companion? PETER. Brother Piscator, my friend is an honest countryman, and his name is Coridon, and he is a downright witty companion, that met me here purposely to be pleasant and eat a trout, and I have not yet wetted my line since we met together; but I hope to fit him with a trout for his breakfast, for I'll be early up. PISC. Nay, brother, you shall not stay so long: for, look you, here is a trout will fill six reasonable bellies. Come, hostess, dress it presently, and get us what other meat the house will afford, and give us some of your best barley-wine, the good liquor that our honest forefathers did use to drink of; the drink which preserved their health, and made them live so long, and do so many good deeds. PETER. O' my word, this trout is perfect in season. Come I thank you, and here is a hearty draught to you, and to all the brothers of the angle wheresoever they be, and to my young brother's good fortune to-morrow. I will furnish him with a rod if you will furnish him with the rest of the tackling; we will set him up and make him a fisher. And I will tell him one thing for his encouragement, that his fortune hath made him happy to be scholar to such a master; a master that knows as much, both of the nature and breeding of fish, as any man; and can also tell him as well how to catch and cook them, from the minnow to the salmon, as any that I ever met withal. Pisc. Trust me, brother Peter, I find my scholar to be so suitable to my own humour, which is, to be free and pleasant and civilly merry, that my resolution is to hide nothing that I know from him. Believe me, scholar, this is my resolution; and so here's to you a hearty draught, and to all that love us and the honest art of angling. VEN. Trust me, good master, you shall not sow your seed in barren ground; for I hope to return you an increase answerable to your hopes: but, however, you shall find me obedient and thankful and serviceable to my best ability. PISC. 'Tis enough, honest scholar! come, let's to supper. Come, my friend Coridon, this trout looks lovely; it was twenty-two inches when it was taken! and the belly of it looked, some part of it, as yellow as a marigold, and part of it as white as a lily; and yet, methinks, it looks better in this good sauce. CORIDON. Indeed, honest friend, it looks well, and tastes well I thank you for it, and so doth my friend Peter, or else he is to blame. PETER. Yes, and so do I, we all thank you; and when we have supped, I will get my friend Coridon to sing you a song for requital. COR. I will sing a song, if any body will sing another; else, to be plain with you, I will sing none: I am none of those that sing for meat, but for company: I merry in hall, when men sing all." * Parody on the adage 66 r say, 'Tis 18-7 PISC. I'll promise you I'll sing a song that was lately made at my request by Mr. William Basse, one that hath made the choice songs of the Hunter in his Career, and of Tom of Bedlam, and many others of note; and this that I will sing, is in praise of angling. COR. And then mine shall be, the praise of a countryman's life: what will the rest sing of? PETER. I will promise you, I will sing another song in praise of angling to-morrow night; for we will not part till then, but fish to-morrow, and sup together, and the next day every man leave fishing, and fall to his business. VEN. "Tis a match; and I will provide you a song or a catch against then too, which shall give some addition of mirth to the company; for we will be civil, and as merry as beggars. PISC. "Tis a match, my masters; let's e'en say grace, and turn to the fire, drink the other cup to wet our whistles, and so sing away all sad thoughts. Come on, my masters, who begins? I think it is best to draw cuts, and avoid contention. PETER. It is a match. Look, the shortest cut falls to Coridon. COR. Well, then, I will begin, for I hate contention. Coridon's Song. Oh, the sweet contentment And wend along with me. For courts are full of flattery, Heigh trolollie lollie loe, etc. But, Oh! the honest country man Heigh trolollie lollie loe, etc. His horses and his cart: Our clothing is good sheepsk ins, Gray russet for our wives; Heigh trolollie lollie, loe, et . 'Tis warmth, and not gay clothing, The ploughman, though he labour hard, Heigh trolollie lollie loe, etc. No emperor so merrily Doth pass his time away. To recompense our tillage, The cuckoo and the nightingale Heigh trolollie lollie loe, etc. Then care away, etc. This is not half the happiness The countryman enjoys; Heigh trolollie lollie loe, etc. Though others think they have as much, Then come away, turn Countryman with me.-Jo. CHALKHILL.* with mettle, PISC. Well sung, Coridon; this song was sung and it was choicely fitted to the occasion; I shall love you for it as long as I know you; I would you were a brother of the angle; for a companion that is cheerful, and free from swearing and scurrilous discourse, is worth gold. I love such mirth as does not make friends ashamed to look upon one another next morning; nor men that cannot well bear it, to repent the money they spent when they be warmed with drink: and take this for a rule, you may pick out such times, and such companions, that you may make yourselves merrier for a little than a great deal of money; for, ""Tis the company and not the charge, that makes the feast ;" and such a companion you prove, I thank you for it. But I will not compliment you out of the debt that I owe you; and therefore I will begin my song, and wish it may be so well liked. * This poet's works Walton edited in his 90th year-that of his death.-ED. The Angler's Song. As inward love breeds outward talk, The hound some praise, and some the hawk; But these delights I neither wish Who hunts, doth oft in danger ride; Is fetter'd in fond Cupid's snare : Of recreation there is none I care not, I, to fish in seas-- In civil bounds I fain would keep, And when the timorous trout I wait And when none bite, I praise the wise, But yet, though while I fish I fast, As well content no prize to take, Where (which is in no other game) |