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Piscator. 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.
Coridon. 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.
Venator. 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.
Piscator. Tis a match, my masters. Let's e en say grace, and
turn to the
fire, drink the other cup to whet 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.
Coridon. Well, then, I will begin, for I hate contention
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