The fourth day-continuedIs of nothing, or of nothing worth Piscator, Venator, Peter, CoridonPiscator.My purpose was to give you some directions concerning ROACH and DACE, and some other inferior fish which make the angler excellent sport; for you know there is more pleasure in hunting the hare than in eating her: but I will forbear, at this time, to say any more, because you see yonder come our brother Peter and honest Coridon.But I will promise you, that as you and I fish and walk to-morrow towards London, if I have now forgotten anything that I can then remember, I will not keep it from you.
Well met, gentlemen; this is lucky that we meet so just together at this very door, Come, hostess, where are you ? is supper ready ? Come, first give us a drink; and be as quick as you can, for I believe we are all very hungry.Well, brother Peter and Coridon, to you both! Come, drink: and then tell me what luck of fish: we two have caught but ten bouts, of which my scholar caught three.Look! here's eight; and a brace we gave away.We have had a most pleasant day for fishing and talking, and are returned home both weary and hungry; and now meat and rest will be pleasant.
Peter.And Coridon and I have not had an unpleasant day: and yet Ihave caught but five bouts; for, indeed, we went to a good honest ale-house, and there we played at shovel-board half the day; all the time that it rained we were there, and as merry as they that fished.And I am glad we are now with a dry house over our heads; for, hark ! how it rains and blows.Come, hostess, give us more ale, and our supper with what haste you may: and when we have supped, let us have your song, Piscator; and the catch that your scholar promised us; or else, Coridon will be dogged.
Piscator.Nay, I will not be worse than my word; you shall not want my song, and I hope I shall be perfect in itVenator.And I hope the like for my catch, which I have ready too: and therefore let's go merrily to supper, and then have a gentle touch at singing and drinking; but the last with moderation.
Coridon.Come, now for your song; for we have fed heartily.Come, hostess, lay a few more sticks on the fire.And now, sing when you will.
Piscator.Well then, here s to you, Coridon; and now for my song.
O the gallant Fisher's life, It is the best of any;'Tis full of pleasure, void of strife, And 'tis beloved of many:
Other joys Are but toys;
Only this Lawful is;
For our skill Breeds no ill, But content and pleasure.
In a morning up we rise Ere Aurora's peeping, Drink a cup to wash our eyes.
Leave the sluggard sleeping;
Then we go To and fro, With our knacks At our backs To such streams As the Thames If we have the leisure.
When we please to walk abroad For our recreation, In the fields is our abode, Full of delectation:
Where in a brook With a hook Or a lake Fish we take:
There we sit For a bit, Till we fish entangle.
We have gentles in a horn, We have paste and worms too We can watch both night and morn, Suffer rain and storms too;None do here Use to swear;
Oaths do fray Fish away;
We sit still, And watch our quill Fishers must not wrangle.
If the sun's excessive heat Make our bodies swelter, To an osier hedge we get For a friendly shelter Where, in a dike, Perch or Pike Roach or Dace We do chase Bleak or Gudgeon, Without grudging We are still contented.
Or we sometimes pass an hour Under a green willow, That defends us from a shower, Making earth our pillow;Where we may Think and pray Before death Stops our breath.
Other joys Are but toys, And to be lamented.
Jo.Chalkhill.
Venator.Well sung, master; this day s fortune and pleasure, and the night's company and song, do all make me more and more in love with angling.Gentlemen, my master left me alone for an hour this day; and Iverily believe he retired himself from talking with me that he might be so perfect in this song; was it not, master?
Piscator.Yes indeed, for it is many years since I learned it; and having forgotten a part of it, I was forced to patch it up with the help of mine own invention, who am not excellent at poetry, as my part of the song may testify; but of that I will say no more, lest you should think I mean, by discommending it, to beg your commendations of it.And therefore, without replications, let's hear your catch, scholar; which I hope will be a good one, for you are both musical and have a good fancy to boot.