Gargantua and Pantagruel eBook

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eaten in the salad, with salt, oil, and vinegar.  Quum irasceretur furor eorum in nos, forsitan aqua absorbuisset nos; when he drank the great draught.  Torrentem pertransivit anima nostra; when the stream of his water carried us to the thicket.  Forsitan pertransisset anima nostra aquam intolerabilem; that is, the water of his urine, the flood whereof, cutting our way, took our feet from us.  Benedictus Dominus qui non dedit nos in captionem dentibus eorum.  Anima nostra sicut passer erepta est de laqueo venantium; when we fell in the trap.  Laqueus contritus est, by Fourniller, et nos liberati sumus.  Adjutorium nostrum, &c.

Chapter 1.XXXIX.

How the Monk was feasted by Gargantua, and of the jovial discourse they had at supper.

When Gargantua was set down at table, after all of them had somewhat stayed their stomachs by a snatch or two of the first bits eaten heartily, Grangousier began to relate the source and cause of the war raised between him and Picrochole; and came to tell how Friar John of the Funnels had triumphed at the defence of the close of the abbey, and extolled him for his valour above Camillus, Scipio, Pompey, Caesar, and Themistocles.  Then Gargantua desired that he might be presently sent for, to the end that with him they might consult of what was to be done.  Whereupon, by a joint consent, his steward went for him, and brought him along merrily, with his staff of the cross, upon Grangousier’s mule.  When he was come, a thousand huggings, a thousand embracements, a thousand good days were given.  Ha, Friar John, my friend Friar John, my brave cousin Friar John from the devil!  Let me clip thee, my heart, about the neck; to me an armful.  I must grip thee, my ballock, till thy back crack with it.  Come, my cod, let me coll thee till I kill thee.  And Friar John, the gladdest man in the world, never was man made welcomer, never was any more courteously and graciously received than Friar John.  Come, come, said Gargantua, a stool here close by me at this end.  I am content, said the monk, seeing you will have it so.  Some water, page; fill, my boy, fill; it is to refresh my liver.  Give me some, child, to gargle my throat withal.  Deposita cappa, said Gymnast, let us pull off this frock.  Ho, by G—­, gentlemen, said the monk, there is a chapter in Statutis Ordinis which opposeth my laying of it down.  Pish! said Gymnast, a fig for your chapter!  This frock breaks both your shoulders, put it off.  My friend, said the monk, let me alone with it; for, by G—­, I’ll drink the better that it is on.  It makes all my body jocund.  If I should lay it aside, the waggish pages would cut to themselves garters out of it, as I was once served at Coulaines.  And, which is worse, I shall lose my appetite.  But if in this habit I sit down at table, I will drink, by G—­, both to thee and to thy horse, and so courage, frolic, God save the company! 

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