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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 952 pages of information about Gargantua and Pantagruel.
and bedaubed as I am now.  If ever there was a man in my country in the like pickle.  Confiteor, alas! a word or two of testament or codicil at least.  A thousand devils seize the cuckoldy cow-hearted mongrel, cried Friar John.  Ods-belly, art thou talking here of making thy will now we are in danger, and it behoveth us to bestir our stumps lustily, or never?  Wilt thou come, ho devil?  Midshipman, my friend; O the rare lieutenant; here Gymnast, here on the poop.  We are, by the mass, all beshit now; our light is out.  This is hastening to the devil as fast as it can.  Alas, bou, bou, bou, bou, bou, alas, alas, alas, alas! said Panurge; was it here we were born to perish?  Oh! ho! good people, I drown, I die.  Consummatum est.  I am sped—­Magna, gna, gna, said Friar John.  Fie upon him, how ugly the shitten howler looks.  Boy, younker, see hoyh.  Mind the pumps or the devil choke thee.  Hast thou hurt thyself?  Zoons, here fasten it to one of these blocks.  On this side, in the devil’s name, hay—­so, my boy.  Ah, Friar John, said Panurge, good ghostly father, dear friend, don’t let us swear, you sin.  Oh, ho, oh, ho, be be be bous, bous, bhous, I sink, I die, my friends.  I die in charity with all the world.  Farewell, in manus.  Bohus bohous, bhousowauswaus.  St. Michael of Aure!  St. Nicholas! now, now or never, I here make you a solemn vow, and to our Saviour, that if you stand by me this time, I mean if you set me ashore out of this danger, I will build you a fine large little chapel or two, between Quande and Montsoreau, where neither cow nor calf shall feed.  Oh ho, oh ho.  Above eighteen pailfuls or two of it are got down my gullet; bous, bhous, bhous, bhous, how damned bitter and salt it is!  By the virtue, said Friar John, of the blood, the flesh, the belly, the head, if I hear thee again howling, thou cuckoldy cur, I’ll maul thee worse than any sea-wolf.  Ods-fish, why don’t we take him up by the lugs and throw him overboard to the bottom of the sea?  Hear, sailor; ho, honest fellow.  Thus, thus, my friend, hold fast above.  In truth, here is a sad lightning and thundering; I think that all the devils are got loose; it is holiday with them; or else Madame Proserpine is in child’s labour:  all the devils dance a morrice.

Chapter 4.XX.

How the pilots were forsaking their ships in the greatest stress of weather.

Oh, said Panurge, you sin, Friar John, my former crony! former, I say, for at this time I am no more, you are no more.  It goes against my heart to tell it you; for I believe this swearing doth your spleen a great deal of good; as it is a great ease to a wood-cleaver to cry hem at every blow, and as one who plays at ninepins is wonderfully helped if, when he hath not thrown his bowl right, and is like to make a bad cast, some ingenious stander-by leans and screws his body halfway about on that side which the bowl should have

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