drugs compounded of lithotripton, which is a stone-dissolving
ingredient, nephrocatarticon, that purgeth the reins,
the marmalade of quinces, called codiniac, a confection
of cantharides, which are green flies breeding on
the tops of olive-trees, and other kinds of diuretic
or piss-procuring simples. This done, Pantagruel
said to Carpalin, Go into the city, scrambling like
a cat against the wall, as you can well do, and tell
them that now presently they come out and charge their
enemies as rudely as they can, and having said so,
come down, taking a lighted torch with you, wherewith
you shall set on fire all the tents and pavilions
in the camp; then cry as loud as you are able with
your great voice, and then come away from thence.
Yea but, said Carpalin, were it not good to cloy
all their ordnance? No, no, said Pantagruel,
only blow up all their powder. Carpalin, obeying
him, departed suddenly and did as he was appointed
by Pantagruel, and all the combatants came forth that
were in the city, and when he had set fire in the
tents and pavilions, he passed so lightly through
them, and so highly and profoundly did they snort and
sleep, that they never perceived him. He came
to the place where their artillery was, and set their
munition on fire. But here was the danger.
The fire was so sudden that poor Carpalin had almost
been burnt. And had it not been for his wonderful
agility he had been fried like a roasting pig.
But he departed away so speedily that a bolt or arrow
out of a crossbow could not have had a swifter motion.
When he was clear of their trenches, he shouted aloud,
and cried out so dreadfully, and with such amazement
to the hearers, that it seemed all the devils of hell
had been let loose. At which noise the enemies
awaked, but can you tell how? Even no less astonished
than are monks at the ringing of the first peal to
matins, which in Lusonnois is called rub-ballock.
In the meantime Pantagruel began to sow the salt that
he had in his bark, and because they slept with an
open gaping mouth, he filled all their throats with
it, so that those poor wretches were by it made to
cough like foxes. Ha, Pantagruel, how thou addest
greater heat to the firebrand that is in us!
Suddenly Pantagruel had will to piss, by means of
the drugs which Panurge had given him, and pissed
amidst the camp so well and so copiously that he drowned
them all, and there was a particular deluge ten leagues
round about, of such considerable depth that the history
saith, if his father’s great mare had been there,
and pissed likewise, it would undoubtedly have been
a more enormous deluge than that of Deucalion; for
she did never piss but she made a river greater than
is either the Rhone or the Danube. Which those
that were come out of the city seeing, said, They
are all cruelly slain; see how the blood runs along.
But they were deceived in thinking Pantagruel’s
urine had been the blood of their enemies, for they
could not see but by the light of the fire of the
pavilions and some small light of the moon.