fair wind they shâ—uâ—d proceed without mentioning a word on 't but if they chanc'd to be becalm'd he would publish what he had heard Now when they were near Paloda they had no Wind neither were they in any Current Tâ—â—mâ—us then getting up on the top of the Ship 's forecastle and casting his Eyes on the shoar said that he had been commanded to proclaim that the great God Pan was dead The words were hardly out of his Mouth when deep Groans great Lamentations and Shrieks not of one Person but of many together were heard from the Land The News of this many being present then was soon spread at Râ—me insomuch that Tiberius who was then Emperor senâ— for this Thamous and having heard him gave credit to his words and inquiring of the Learned in his Court and at Rome who was that Pan He found by their relation that he was the Son of Mercury and Penelope as Herodotus and Cicero in his third book of the nature of the Gods had written before For my part I understand iâ— of that great Saviour of the Faithfull who was shamefully put to Death at Jerusalem by the envy and wickedness of the Doctors Priests and Monks of the Mâ—saie Law And methinks my Interpretation is not improper for he may lawfully be said in the Greek Tongue to be Pan since he is our All For all that we are all that we live all that we have all that we hope is him by him â—â—â—m him and in him He is the good â—an the great Shepherd who as the loving Sheperd Câ—â—yden affirms hath not only a tendâ—r Love and Affection for his Sheep but 〈◊〉 for their Shepherds At his death complaints sighs fears and lamentations were 〈◊〉 â—ad through the whole Fabric of the universâ— whether Heavens Land Sea or Hell The time also concurs with this interpretation of mine for this most good most mighty Pan our only Saviour dyed near Jeâ—â—salem during the Reign of Tiberius Caesar Pantagruel having ended this discourse remain'd silent and full of Contemplation a little while after we saw the tears flow out of his eyes as big as Ostridg's Eggs. God take me presently if I tell you one single syllable of a Lye in the matter CHAP. XXIX How Pantagruel sail'd by the Sneaking Island where Shrove-tide reign'd THE Jovial Fleet being reâ—â—â—ed and repar'd new Stores â—en in the Macreâ—ns over and 〈◊〉 satisfy'd and pleased with the Money spent there by Pantagruel our Men in better humour yet then they us'd to be if possible we merrily put to sea the next day near Sun-set with a delicious fresh Gale Xenomanes show'd us afar off the Sneaking Island where reign'd Shrovetide of whom Pantagruel had heard much talk formerly for that Reason he would gladly have seen him in Person had not Xenomanes advis'd him to the contrary First because this would have been much out of our way and then for the lean Cheer which he told us was to be found at that Prince's Court and indeed all over the Island You can see nothing there for your Money said he but a huge Greedy-Guts a tall woundy swallower of hot Wardens and Muscles a Longshank'd Mole-catcher an over grown Bottler of hay a Mossy-chin'd Demy-giant with a double shaven Crown of Lantern Breed a very great Loytering Noddy-peak'd youngster Banner-bearer to the Fish-eating Tribe Dictator of Mustard-land Flogger of little Children Calciner of Ashes Father and Foster-father to Physicians swarming with Pardons Indulgencies and Stations a very honest Man a good Catholic and as brim full of Devotion as ever he can hold He weeâ—â— the Three fourth parts of the day and never â—sts at any Weddings but give the Devil his 〈◊〉 â—e's the most industrious Larding-stick and Sâ—â—â—e-maker in forty Kingdoms About Six years ago as I pass'd by Sneaking Land I brought home a large Scure from thence and made a Present of it to the Butchers of Quande who set a great value upon them and that for a Cause sometime or other if ever we live to come back to our own Country I will shew you two of them fastned on the great Church-Porch His usual Food is pickled Coats of Mail salt Helmets and Head-pieces and salt Sallads which sometimes makes him piss Pins and Needles As for his Cloathing 't is Comical enough oâ— Conscience both for make and colour for he wears Grey and Cold nothing before and nought behind with the Sleeves of the same You will do me a kindness said Pantagruel if as you have described his Cloths Food Actions and Pastimes you will also give me an Account of his Shape and Disposition in all his Parts Prethee do dear Cod said Fryar Ihon for I have found him in my Breviary and then follow the moveable Holy-days With all my heart answer'd Xâ—â—â—manes We may chance to hear more of him as we touch at the Wild Island the Dominion of the Squob Chitterlings his Enemies against whom he is eternally at odds and were it not for the help of the noble Carnaval their Protector and good Neighbour this Meagre-look'd Lozelly Shrovetide would long before this have made sad work among them and rooted them out of their Habitation Are these same Chitterlings said Fryar Ihon Male or Female Angels or Mortals Women or Maids They are reply'd Xenomanes Female in Sex Mortal in kind some of them Maids others not The Devil have me said Fryar Ihon if I been't for them What a shameful disorder in Nature is it not to make War against Women Let 's go back and back the Villain to pieces What! meddle with Shrovetide cry'd Panurge in the name of Belzebub I am not yet so weary of my Life No I 'm not yet so mad as that comes to Quid juris Suppose we should find our selves pent up between the Chitterlings and Shrovetide between the Anvil and the Hammers Shankers and Buboes stand off Godzooks let 's make the best of our way I bid you good Night sweet Mr. Shrovetide I recommend to you the Chitterlings and pray don't forget the Puddings CHAP. XXX How Shrovetide is anatomiz'd and describ'd by Xenomanes AS for the inward Parts of Shrovetide said Xenomanes his Brain is at least it was in my time in Bigness Colour Substance and Strength much like the left Cod of a He-hand-worm The Ventricles of his said Brain like an Augre The Worm-like Excrescence like a Christmas-Box The Membranes like a Monk's Cowle The Funnel like a Mason's Chissel The Fernix like a Casket The Glandula pinealis like a Bag-pipe The Rete Admirabile like a Gutter The Dug-like Procâ—sses like a Patch The Tympanums like a Whirly Gig. The Rocky bones like a Goose-wing The Nape of the Neck like a Paper Lanthorn The Nerves like a Pipkin The Vvula like a Sack butt The Palate like a Mittain The Spittle like a Shuttle The Almonds like a Telescope The Bridge of his Nose like a Wheel barrow The Head of the Larynx like a Vintage Basket The Stomach like a
unprofitable Servant Formerly a Roman named Furnius said to Augustus who had received his Father into Favour and Pardoned him after he had sided with Anthony that by that Action the Emperor had reduc'd him to this extremity That for want of power to be Grateful both while he lived and after it he should be obliged to be tax'd with Ingratitude So I may say That the excess of your Fatherly Affection drives me into such a streight that I shall be forced to liâ—e and die ungrateful unless that Crime be redressâ—d by the Sentence of the Stoicks who say That there are three parts in a Benefit the one of the Giver the other of the Receiver the third of the Remunerator and that the Receiver rewards the Giver when he freely receives the Benefit and always remembers it as on the contrary That Man is most ungrateful who despises and forgets a Benefit Therefore being overwhelmed with infinite Favours all proceeding from your extream goodness and on the other side wholly uncapable of making the smallest Return I hope at least to free my self from the imputation of Ingratitude since they can never be blotted out of my Mind and my Tongue shall never cease to own that to thank you as I ought transcends my Capacity As for us I have this assurance in the Lord's Mercy and Help that the end of our Voyage will be answerable to its beginning and so it will be entirely performed in Health and Mirth I will not fail to set down in a Journal a full Account of our Navigation that at our return you may have an exact Relation of the whole I have found here a Scythian Tarand an Animal strange and wonderful for the variations of colour on its Skin and Hair according to the distinction of neighbouring things It is aâ— tractable and easily kept as a Lamb be pleased to accept of it I also send you three young Vnicorns which are the tamest of Creatures I have confer'd with the Esquire and taught him how they must be fed these cannot graze on the Ground by reason of the long Horn on their Fore-head but are forced to brouze on Fruit-Trees or on proper Racks or to be fed by Hand with Herbs Sheaves Apples Pears Barly â—ye and other Fruits and Roots being plac'd before them I am amazed that Ancient Writers should report them to be so Wild Furious and Dangerous and never seen alive far from it you will find that they are the mildâ—st things in the World provided they are not maliciously offended Likewise I send you the Life and Deeds of Achilles in curious Tapistry assuring you that whatever Rarities of Animals Plants Birds or precious Stones and others I shall be able to find and purchase in our Travels shal be brought to you God milling whom I beseech by his blessed Grace to preserve you From Medamothy this 16th of June Pâ—nurge Fryar Jhon Epistâ—mon Xenomanes Gymnast Eusthenes Rhizâ—tome and Carpalim having most humbly kiss'd your Hand return your Salute a thousand times Your most Dutiful Son and Servant Pantagruel While Pantagruel was writing this Letter Malicorn was made welcom by all with a thousand goodly Good-Morows and Howdâ—y's they câ—uâ—g about him so that I cannot tell you how much they made of him how many Humble Services how many from my Love and to my Love were lent with him Pantagruel having writ his Letters sat down at Table with him and afterwards presented him with a large Chain of Gold weighing eight hundred Crowns between whose Septenary Liâ—â—s some large Diamonds Rubies Emeralds Turky Stones and Unions were alternatively set in To each of his Bark's Crew he ordered to be given five hundred Crowns To Gargantua his Father he sent the Tarand covered with a Cloth of Gold brâ—caded with Sattin and the Tapistry containing the Life and Deeds 〈◊〉 Achilles with the three Unicorns in â—riz'd Cloâ—h of Goâ—d Trappings And so thâ—y lâ—â—t Medamothy Malicorn to return to Gargantuâ— Pantagruel to proceed in his Voyage during which Epistemon read to him the â—â—â—ks which the Esquire had brought And because he found them jovial and pleasant I shall give you an Account of them iâ— you earnestly desire it CHAP. V. How Pantagruel met a Ship with Passengers returning from Lantern-Land ON the fifth day we began already to wind by little and little about the 〈◊〉 going still farther from the Equinoctial 〈◊〉 we discovered a Merchant Man to the Wind ward of us The joy for this was not smal on both sides in hopes to hear News from Sea and those in the Merchant-Man from Land So we bore upon 'em and coming up with them we Hal'd them and finding them to be Frenchmen of Xaintonge back'd our Sails and lay by to talk to them Pantagruel heard that they came from Lantern-Land which added to his joy and that of the whole Fleet. We enquir'd about the State of that Country and the way of living of the Lanterns and were told that about the latter end of the following July was the time prefix'd for the meeting of the General Chapter of the Lanterns and that if we arrived there at that time as we might easily we should see a Handsom Honourable and Jolly Company of Lanterns and that great Preparations were making as if they intended to Lanternise there to the purpose We were told also That if we touch'd at the great Kingdom of Gebarin we should be Honourably received and Treated by the Sovereign of that Country King Ohabé who as well as all his Subjects speaks Tâ—urame French While we were listening to these News Panurge fell out with one Dingdong a Drover oâ— Sheep-Merchant of Taillebâ—urg The occasion of the Fray was thus This same Dingdong seeing Panurge without a Codpiece with his Spectacles fastened to his Cap said to one of his Comrades Prithee look is not there here a fine Medal of a Cuckold Panurge by reason of his Spectacles as you may well think heard more plainly by half with his Ears than usually which caused him hearing this to say to the sawcy Dealer in Mutton in kind of a Pet How the Devil should I be one of the Hornified Fraternity since I am not yet a Brother of the Marriage Noose as thou art as I guess by thy ill-favoured Phyz Yea verily quoth the Grazier I am Married and would not be otherwise for all the pairs of Spectacles in Europe nay not for all the Magnifying Gim-Cracks in Africa for I have got me the Cleverest Prettiest Handsomest Properest Neatest Tightest Honestest and Soberest piece of Woman's Flesh for my Wife that is in all the whole Country of Xaintonge I 'll say that for her and a Fart for all the rest I bring her home a fine and eleven inch long branch of Red Coral for her Christmass-Box what hast thou to do with it What 's that to thee Who art thou Whence comest thou O dark Lanthorn of Antichrist Answer if thou art of God I ask thee by the way of
Sail the Sea is much smoother some hands aloft to the main Top. Put the Helm a weather Steady Steady Hall your aftermisen bowlins Hawl Hawl Hawl Thus Thus and no near Mind your Steerage bring your main Tack aboard Clear your Sheats Clear your bowlins Port Port. Helm a Lee. Now to the Sheat on the star-Board-side thou Son of a Whore Thou art mightily pleas'd honest Fellow quoth Fryar Ihon with hearing him make mention of thy Mother Loff Loff cry'd the Quarter-master that cun'd the Ship keep her full Loff the Helm Loff it is answer'd the Steer-man keep her thus Get the Bonnets fixt Steady Steady That 's well said said Fryar Ihon now this is something like a Tanzy Come Come Come Children be nimble Good Loff Loff Thus. helm a weather That 's well said and thought on Methinks the Storm is almost over It was high time faith however the Lord be thanked Our Devils begin to scamper Out with all your Sails Hoist your Sails Hoist That 's spoke like a Man Hoist Hoist Here agod's name honest Ponocrates thou' rt a lusty fornicator the whore-Son will get none but Boys Eusthenes thou art a notable Fellow Run up to the fore-top Saile Thus Thus. Well said I faith Thus Thus. I dare not fear any thing all this while for it is Holy-day Vea Vea Vea Husah This shout of the Sea-men is not amiss and pleases me for it is Holy-day Keep her full Thus. Good Cheer up my merry Mates all cry'd out Epistemon I see already Castor on the Right Be Be Bous Bous Bous said Panurge I am much afraid it is the Bitch Helen 'T is truly Mixarchagenas return'd Epistemon If thou likest better that denomination which the Argives give him Ho Ho! I see Land too let her bear in with the Harbour I see a good many People on the Beach I see a light on an Obeliscolychny Shorten your Sails said the Pilot fetch the sounding-Line we must double that point of Land and mind the Sands We are clear off them said the Sailers Soon after away she goes quoth the Pilot and so doth the rest of our Fleet Help came in good season By St. John said Panurge This is spoke somewhat like O the sweet Word There 's the Soul of Musick in 't Mgna Mgna Mgna said Fryar Ihon If ever thou tast a drop on 't let the Devil's-Dam tast me thou Ballocky Devil Here honest Soul here 's a full Sneacker of the very best Bring the Flagons Dost hear Gymnast and that same large Pasty Jambic Gammonic as you will have it Take heed you pilot her in Right Cheer up cry'd out Pantagruel Cheer up my Boys Let 's be our selves again do you see yonder close by our Ship two Barks three Sloops five Ships eight Pinks four Yawls and six Frigats making towards us sent by the good People of the neighbouring Island to our Relief But who is this Vcalegon below that cry's and makes such a sad moan Were it not that I hold the Mast firmly with both my hands and keep it streighter than two hundred tacklings I 'd It is said Fryar Ihon that poor Devil Panurge who is troubled with a Calf's ague he quakes for fear when his belly 's full If said Pantagruel he hath been afraid during this dreadfull Hurricane and dangerous Storm provided waving that he hath done his part like a Man I do not value him a Jot the less for it For as to fear in all Encounters is the mark of a heavy and cowardly Heart as Agamemnon did who for that reason is ignominiously tax'd by Achilles with having Dogs Eyes and a Stags Heart so not to fear when the case is evidently dreadful is a sign of want or smallness of apprehension Now if any thing ought to be feard in this Life next to offending God I will not say it is death I will not meddle with the disputes of Socrates and the Academics that death of it self is neither bad nor to be fear'd But I will affirm that this kind of death by Shipwrack is to be fear'd or nothing is For as Homer saith it is a grievous dreadfull and an unnatural thing to perish at Sea And indeed Aeneas in the Storm that took his fleet neer Sicily was griev'd that he had not dy'd by the hand of the brave Diomedes and said that those were three nay four times happy who perish'd with Troy No Man here hath lost his Life the Lord our Saviour be eternally prais'd for it But in truth here is a Ship sadly out of order Well we must take care to have the damage repair'd Take heed we do not run a ground and billage her CHAP. XXIII How Panurge play'd the Good Fellow when the Storm was over WHat Cheer ho fore and aft quoth Panurge Oh ho All is well the Storm is over I beseech ye be so kind as to let me be the first that is set on shoar for I would by all means a little untruâ—s a point Shall I help you still here let me see I 'll coyle this Rope I have plenty of courage and of fear as little as may be Give it me yonder honest Tar No no I have not a bit of fear Indeed that same Decumane Wave that took us fore and aft somewhat alter'd my Pulse Down with your Sails well said how now Fryar Jhon you do nothing Is it time for us to drink now Who can tell but St. Martin's running Footman Belzebuth may still be hatching us some further mischieâ— Shall I come and help you again Pork and Pease choak me if I do not heartily repent tho' too late not having followed the Doctrine of the good Philosopher who tells us That to walk by the Sea and to navigate by the Shoar are very safe and pleasant things just as 't is to go on foot when we hold our Horse by the Bridle Hah hah hah by G all goes well Shall I help you here too Let me see I 'll do this as it should be or the Devil 's in 't Epistemon who had the inside of one of his Hands all fleea'd and bloody having held a Tackling with might and main hearing what Pantagruel had said told him You may believe my Lord I had my share of fear as well as Panurge yet I spar'd no pains in lending my helping Hand I consider'd thaâ— since by fatal and unavoidable necessity wâ— must all die it is thâ— blessed Will of God thâ—â— we die this or that â—â—ur and this or that kiâ— of death nevertheless we ought to imploâ— invoke pray beseech and supplicate him but yet we must not stop there it behoveth us also to use our endeavours on our side and as the Holy Writ saith to cooperate with him You know what C. Flaminius the Consul said when by Hannibal's Policy he was penn'd up near the Lake of Peruse alias Thrasymene Friends said he to his Soldiers you must not hope to get out of this place barely by Vows or Prayers to
what 's under shall be thine Drudge on Looby drudge on I am going to tempt hereticks their Souls are dainty victuals when broil'd in Rashers and well powder'd My Lord Lucifer has the griping in the guts they 'l make a dainty warm dish for his Honour's Maw When the season of Radishes was come our Devil fail'd not to meet in the Field with a train of rascally underlings all waiting Devils and finding there the Farmer and his Men he began to cut and gather the Leaves of the Radishes After him the Farmer with his Spade digg'd up the Radishes and clapt them up into pouches This done the Devil the Farmer and their gangs hy'd them to Market and there 〈◊〉 Farmer presently made good Mony of his Râ—dishes but the poor Devil took nothing nay what was worse he was made a common laughing stock by the gaping hoydons I see thou hast play'd me a scurvy trick thou villainous Fellow cry'd the angry Devil at last I am fully resolv'd e'en to make an end of the business between thee and my self about the Ground and these shall be the Terms we 'll chapperclaw each 〈◊〉 and whoever of us two shall first 〈…〉 shall quit his share of the Field whic◠〈◊〉 wholly belong to the Conqueror I 〈…〉 Time for this Tryal of Skill on thi◠〈◊〉 â—â—â—night Assure thy self that I 'll cla◠〈◊〉 off like a Devil I was going to temp◠〈◊〉 Fornicators Bayliffs Perplexers of 〈◊〉 Scriveners forgers of Deeds two-handed Counsellors prevaricating Sollicitors and other such vermine but they were so civâ— as to send me word by an Interpreter that they are all mine already Besides our Master Lucifer is so cloy'd with their Souls that he often sends them back to the smutty Scullions and slovenly Devils of his Kitchin and they scarce go down with him unless now and then when they are high-season'd Some say there is no Breakfast like a Student's no dinner like a Lawyer 's no afternoon's nunchion like a Vintner's no supper like a Tradesman's no second supper like a serving Wench's and none of these Meals together like a frockifi'd Hobgoblin's All this is true enough accordingly at my Lord Lucifer's first Course Hobgoblings alias Imps in Cowles are a standing Dish He willingly us'd to breakfast on Students but alas I do not know by what Ill Luck they have of late years joyn'd the holy Bible to their Studies so the Devil a one we can get down among us and I verily believe that unless the Hypocrites of the Tribe of Levi help us in it taking from the inlightned Book-mongers their St. Paul either by Threats Revilings Force Violence Fire and Faggot we shall not be able to hook-in any more of them to nibble at below He dines commonly on Counsellors Mischief-mongers Multiplyers of Law-suits such as wrest and pervert Right and Law and Grind and Fleece the Poor He never fears to want any of these But who can endure to be wedded to a Dish He said t'other Day at a full Chapter that he had a great mind to eat the Soul of one of the Fraternity of the Cowle that had forgot to speak for himself in his Sermon and he promis'd double Pay and a large Pension to any one that should bring him such a Tit-bit piping-hot We all went a hunting after such a Rarity but came home without the Prey for they all admonish the good Women to remember their Convent As for afternoon Nunchions he has left them off since he was so wofully grip'd with the Colic his Fosterers Sutlers Char-Coalmen and boyling Cooks having been sadly mawl'd and pepper'd off in the Northern Countries His high Devil-ship sups very well on Tradesmen Usurers Apothecaries Cheats Coyners and Adulterers of Wares Now and then when he is on the merry pin his second supper is of serving Wenches who after they have by stealth soak'd their Faces with their Masters good Liquor fill up the Vessel with it at second hand or with other stinking Water Well drudge on Boor drudge on I am going to tempt the Students of Trebisonde to leave Father and Mother forgo for ever the establish'd and common rule of living disclaim and free themselves from obeying their lawfull Sovereign's Edicts live in absolute Liberty proudly despise every one laugh at all Mankind and taking the fine jovial little Cap of Poetic License become so many pretty Hobgoblins CHAP. XLVII How the Devil was deceiv'd by an Old Woman of popefig-Popefig-land THE Country Lob trudg'd home very much concern'd and thoughtfull you may swear in so much that his good Woman seeing him thus look moping ween'd that something had been stolen from him at market but when she had heard the cause of his affliction and seen his Budget well lin'd with Coyn she bad him be of good Cheer assuring him that he 'd be never the worse for the scratching Bout in question wishing him only to leave her to manage that business and not trouble his head about it for she had already contriv'd how to bring him off cleaverly Let the worst come to the worst said the Husbandman it will be but a scratch for I 'll yield at the first stroke and quit the Field Quit a Faâ—t reply'd the Wife he shall have none of the Field rely upon me and be quiet let me alone to deal with him You say he 's a pimping little Devil that 's enough I 'll soon make him give up the Field I 'll warrant you Indeed had he been a great Devil it had been somewhat The day that we landed in the Island happen'd to be that which the Devil had fix'd for the Combat Now the Countryman having like a good Catholic very fairly confessed himself and received betimes in the morning by the advice of his Vicar had hid himself all but the snout in the holy Water-stock in the Posture in which we found him And just as they were telling us this story News came that the old Woman had fool'd the Devil and gain'd the Field You may not be sorry perhaps to hear how this happen'd The Devil you must know came to the poor Man's Door and rapping there cry'd so hoe ho the House hoe Clod-pate where art thou Come out with a vengance come out with a wannion come out and be damn'd now for clawing then briskly and resolutely entring the House and not finding the Country Man there he spy'd his Wife lying on the ground pitiously weeping and howling What 's the matter ask'd the Devil where is he What does he Oh! that I knew where he is reply'd Threescore and five the wicked Rogue the Butcherly Dog the Murtherer He has spoyl'd me I am undone I dye of what he has done me How cry'd the Devil what is it I 'll tickle him off for you by and by Alas cry'd the old Dissembler he told me the Butcher the Tyrant the Tearer of Devils that he had made a match to scratch with you this Day and to try his Clawes he did but just
enough my Life for yours On Chapter 29. THIS Chapter is full of Reflections upon the keeping of Lent occasion'd by the Answers of the Semiquaver who concludes in Monosyllables that Epistemon ought to be burn'd for a rank Heretic because he inveighs against it and the Hypocrisy and Tricks of his Brother Cheats during that Harvest of theirs On Chapter 30 and 31. THE Island of Satin means more than one thing first it signifies suâ—h Tapistry Work as we call Arras in whâ—ch are represented several Histâ—râ—es Fables and as fabulous Animals and Vegetables such as are many of those of which the Auâ—hor speâ—ks in thâ—se two Chapters He displays a great knowledge of Antiquity in the account he gives us of those matters and an uncommon Wit and Judgment in his Remarks This Island means chiefly the Works of several Ancient and Modern Authors mention'd here who having often spoke by Hear-say are not to be believ'd in many Things though their Style be as smooth and soft as Satin We may also understand by that Land of Satin the Romances of that Age fill'd with Monsters and monstrous Tales and chiefly that of Amadis de Gaul which was then very much read the best Writers as I have already said having chosen to translate that Book to display in it all the Beauties Copiousness and Graces which the French Tongue could boast in the Reign of Henry II. What he says of Hear-say who kept a School of Vouching is easily understood but every one here do's not know that many Natives of Perche Maine and some adjacent Parts of France are in ill Repute as to the point of Veracity in the other Provinces of that Kingdom where they esteem those Countries the Nurseries of Affidavit-men and Pettifoggers which makes our Author say that they liv'd so well by their trade of Evidencing that they treated strangers and made a great Figure in That Age in which thing they are perhaps outdone by Some in This. They advis'd our Travellers to be as sparing of Truth as possible if ever they had a mind to get Court-preferment but our Author who was of another Part of France could not learn to follow their Directions On Chapter 32 and 33. LAnternland is the Land of Learning frequented by Batchelors of Arts Mâ—sters of Arts Doctors and Professors in various Studies Bishops c. Thus in the preceeding Chapter Aristotle is seen in a blind Corner holding a Lantern watching pâ—ying cudgelling his Brain and setting every thing down with a pack of Philosophasters about him like so many Bums by a Head Bailiff because he is Lantern of the Peripateticians Here we have Bartolus the Lantern of the Civilians Epicurus one of the Lanterns of the Stoicks The Lantern of Rochel on a high Tower which stood his Fleet in good stead casting a great Light seems to be Geoffrâ—y d'â—stissâ—â— Bishop and Lord of Mâ—â—llezais one of Rabelais's best Patrons and even for thaâ— never to be forgotten he would not call him the Lantern of Maillezais for this had been too plain and improper because Maillezais is an Inland Town but as Rochel was then the Chief Town in that Diocess insomuch that the Episcopal See has been transferr'd to that Seaport-Town in 1648. he calls him the Lantern of Rochel which he places on a high Tower because that Prelate was Eminent for his Quality as well as for his Vertue and Learning We may easily see by Rabelais's Letters to him that he was neither a Papist nor a Bigot and had those which they wrote to each other in Cyphers been ever Published I do not doubt but he would have appear'd as much a Friend to thâ— Reformation as some of the House of Rochâ—â—â—uâ—â—ult who were the Heirs of his Family Thus the Lanterns of the Church are the Bishops Doctors of Divinity Deans Preachers and all those who can explain the Sacred Writ at least 't is certain they apply those words of the Gospel to themselves You are the light of the world He tells us that the Lanterns held their Provincial Chapter so this may be thought by some to refer to the Council of Trent yet I had rather understand it of some Meeting of the Clergy in France or more particularly of the University of Paris some of whose best Members may be the Lanterns which Lighted our Travellers after they had made their Application to the Queen for one to Conduct them to the Oracle of the Bottle or rather to the Knowledge of Truth Our Author concludes this Book with the Explanation of that Passage making the Priestess commend the Pâ—â—tagruâ—â—sts for having imitated the Philosophers in being guided by a good Lantern adding that two things are necessary to arrive safely and pleasantly at the Knowledge oâ— God and true Wisdom First God's gracious Guidance then Man's Assistance The Lychnobians who inhabit a little hamlet near the Port of Lanternland are Booksellers They Live by Lanterns that is by the Learned as the Gulligutted Fryars live by Nuns that is they grow as fat by Buying and Selling their Works as the hungry Friars do by managing the Concerns of Nuns of which they are so greedy They are studious People that is they often Study how to get a good Copy for little or nothing contrive a Taking Title c. And are as Honest men as ever sh in a Trumpet I believe this needs no Comment On Chapter 34. BEing lighted and directed by the Lantern the Learned our Travellers at 〈◊〉 arrive at the Island where was the Oracles of the Bottle Truth Their Guide deâ—â—â—s them not to be aâ—â—umed whatever they see because â—â—ar disorders the Mind and renders us incapable of discovering Truth They pass through a large Vine-yard in which are all sorts of Vines which yield Leaves Flowers and Fruits all the Year round There they eat three Grapes put Vine-leaves in their Shoes and take Vine-branches in their hands The variety of Vines in this large Vine-yard implies the vast Field through which the Learned range in the search after Truth Some Matters like the Leaves are unprofitable some like the Flowers pleasant and others like the Fruit useful But they must use even the last moderately which is implied by the three Grapes and at the first entrance into the Regions of Truth be soberly wise the insignificant Leaves must be trod under foot For this reason they put some in their Shoes and also to shew they have master'd the Rudiments of Learning unless some will say that the Leaves at their Feet signify their desire of stepping forward to come to the Oracle of Truth Vine-branches which may well be supposed to have Flowers as well as Leaves are hâ—ld by them in their Lâ—ft-hand in token of their hopes to reap the Fruit of their Study On Chapter 35. THey go down under Ground through a Plaster'd Vault on which is coursely painted a Dance of Women and Satires waâ—ting on old Silenus who was grinning of Horse-back on his Ass This shâ—ws that we
Churches and Palaces We strove to outdo one another in giving them their due when a certain Monk of Amiens Bernard Lardon by name quite angry scandaliz'd and out of all Patience told us I don't know what the Devill you can find in this same Town that 's so much to be cry'd up For my Part I have look't and por'd and stared as well as the best of you I think my Eye sight 's as clear as another body's and what can one see after all There are fine Houses indeed and that 's all But the Cage does not feed the Birds God and Monsieur St. Bernard our good Patron be with us in all this same Town I have not seen one poor Lane of roasting Cooks and yet I have not a little look'd about and sought for so necessary a part of a Commonwealth Ay and I dare assure you that I have pry'd up and down with the exactness of an Informer as ready to number both to the right and left how many and on what side we might find most roasting Cooks as a Spy would be to reckon the Bastions of a Town Now at Amiens in four nay five times less ground than we have trod in our contemplations I could have shown you above fourteen Streets of roasting Cooks most ancient Savoury and Aromatic I can't imagin what kind of pleasure you can have taken in gazing on the Lyons and Africans so methinks you call their Tigers near the Belfrey or in ogling the Porcupines and Estridges in the Lord Philip Strozzi's Palace Faith and Troth I had rather see a good fat Goose at the Spit This Porphyry those Marbles are fine I say nothing to the contrary but our Cheescakes at Amiens are far better in my mind These antient Statues are well made I am willing to believe it but by St. Ferreol of Abbeville we have young Wenches in our Country which please me better a thousand times What is the reason ask'd Fryar Ihon that Monks are always to be found in Kitchins and Kings Emperours and Popes are never there Is there not said Rhizotome some latent Vertue and specific propriety hid in the Kettles and Pans which as the Load-stone attracts Iron draws the Monks there and cannot attract Emperors Popes or Kings or is it a natural induction and inclinationâ— fix'd in the frocks and cowles which of it self leads and forceth those good Religious Men into Kitchins whether they will or no He would speak of forms following matter as Averrâ—es names them answer'd Epistemon Right said Fryar Ihon. I 'll not offer to solve this problem said Pantagruel for it is somewhat ticklish and you can hardly handle it without coming off scurvily but I 'll tell you what I have heard Antigonus King of Macedon one day coming into one of the Tents where his Cooks use to dress his Meat and finding there Poet Antagoras frying a Conger and holding the pan himself merrily ask'd him Pray Mr. Poet was Homer frying Congers when he writ the Deeds of Agamemnon Antagoras readily answer'd But do you think Sir that when Agamemnon did them he made it his business to know if any in his Camp were frying Congers The King thought it an Indecency that a Poet should be thus a frying in a Kitchin and the Poet let the King know that it was a more indecent thing for a King to be found in such a place I 'll clap another story upon the Neck of this quoth Panurge and will tell you what Briton Villandray answer'd one day to the Duke of Guise They were saying that at a certain Battle of King Francis against Charles the Fifth Briton arm'd Capape to the Teeth and mounted like St. George yet sneack'd off and play'd least in sight during the Ingagement Blood and Oons answer'd Briton I was there and can prove it easily nay even where you my Lord dar'd not have been The Duke began to resent this as too rash and sawcy But Briton easily appeas'd him and set them all a laughing I gad my Lord quoth he I kept out of harm's way I was all the while with your Page Jack sculking in a certain place where you had not dar'd hide your head as I did Thus discoursing they got to their Ships and left the Island of Chely CHAP. XII How Pantagruel pass'd by the Land of Petifogging and of the strange way of living among the Catchpoles STeering our course forwards the next day we pass'd by Pettifogging a Country all blurr'd and blotted so that I could hardly tell what to make on 't There we saw some Pettifoggers and Catchpoles Rogues that will hang their Father for a Groat They neither invited us to eat or drink but with a multiplyed train of scrapes and cringes said they were all at our service for the Legem pone One of our Droggermen related to Pantagruel their strange way of living diametrically oppos'd to that of our modern Romans for at Rome a world of Folks get an honest livelyhood by Poysoning Drubbing Lambasting Stabbing and Murthering but the Catchpoles earn theirs by being Thrash'd so that if they were long without a tight Lambasting the poor Dogs with their Wives and Children would be starv'd This is just quoth Panurge like those who as Galen tells us cannot erect the Cavernous nerve towards the Equinoctial Circle unless they are soundly flogg'd By St. Patrick's Slipper who ever should jirk me so would soon in stead of setting me right throw me off the Saddle in the Devils Name The way is this said the Interpreter when a Monk Levite close fisted Usurer or Lawyer owes a grudge to some neighboring Gentleman he sends to him one of those Catchpoles or Apparitors who nabs or at least cites him serves a Writ or Warrant upon him thumps abuses and affronts him impudently by natural instinct and according to his pious instructions in so much that if the Gentleman hath but any guts in his Brains and is not more Stupid than a Girin Frog he will find himself oblig'd either to apply a faggot-stick or his sword to the Rascal 's Jobbornol give him the gentle lash or make him cut a caper out at the Window by way of Correction This done Catchpole is rich for four Months at least as if Bastinadoes were his real harvest for the Monk Levite Usurer or Lawyer will reward him roundly and my Gentleman must pay him such swindging damages that his acres may bleed for 't and he be in danger of miserably rotting within a stone Doublet as if he had struck the King Quoth Panurge I know an excellent remedy against this us'd by the Lord of Basché what is it said Pantagruel The Lord of Basché said Panurge was a brave honest noble-spirited Gentleman who at his return from the long war in which the Duke of Ferrara with the help of the French bravely defended himself against the fury of Pope Julius the II. was every day cited warn'd and prosecuted at the Suit and for the Sport and Fancy of the
us how how many Fathom water we are in Sound Friend in the Lord Harry's Name Let us know whether a Man might here drink easily without stooping I am apt to believe One might Helm a lee hoh cry'd the Pilot. Helm a lee a Hand or two at the Helm About Ships with her Helm a lee Helm a lee Stand off from the Leech of the Sail. Hoh Belay here make fast below hoh Helm a lee lash sure the Helm a lee and let her drive Is it come to that said Pantagruel our good Saviour then help us Let her lie under the Sea cry'd James Brahier our chief Mate let her drive To Prayers to Prayers let all think on their Souls and fall to Prayers nor hope to scâ—pe but by a Miracle Let us said Panurge make some good pious kind of Vow alas alas alas bou bou be be be bous bous bous Oho Oho Oho Oho let us make a Pilgrim come come let every Man club his penny towards it come on Here here on this side said Fryar Jhon in the Devil's name Let her drive for the Lord's sake unhang the Rudder hoh let her drive let her drive and let us drink I say of the best and most cheering d' ye hear Steward produce exhibit for d' ye see this and all the rest will as well go to the Devil out of hand A pox on that Wind-broaker Aeolus with his Flusterblusters Sirrah Page bring me here my Drawer for so he call'd his Breviary stay a little here hawl Friend thus Odzoons here 's a deal of Hail and Thunder to no purpose Hold fast above I pray you When have we All-Saints day I believe 't is the unholy holy day of all the Devil's Crew Alas said Panurge Fryar Jhon damns himself here as black as Buttermilk for the noance Oh what a good Friend I lose in him Alas alas this is anothergatâ— bout than last year's We are falling out of Scylla into Charybdis Oho! I drown Confiteor one poor word or two by way of Testament Fryar Jhon my Ghostly Father good Mr. Abstractor my Crony my Achates Xenomanes my All. Alas I drown two words of Testament here upon this Ladder CHAP. XXI A Continuation of the Storm with a short Discourse on the Subject of making Testaments at Sea TO make ones last Will said Epistemon at this time that we ought to bestir our selves and help our Seamen on the penalty of being drown'd seems to me as idle and ridiculous a Maggot as that of some of Caesars's Men who at their coming into the Gauls were mightily busi'd in making Wills and Codicils bemoan'd their Fortune and the absence of their Spouses and Friends at Rome when it was absolutely necessary for them to run to their Arms and use their utmost strength against Ariovistus their Enemy This also is to be as silly as that Jolt-headed Loblolly of a Carter who having laid his Waggon fast in a-Slough down on his Marrow-bones was calling on the strong-Back'd Deity Hercules might and main to help him at a dead lift but all the while forgot to goad on his Oxen and lay his Shoulder to the Wheels as it behoved him as if a Lord have mercy upon us alone would have got his Cart out of the Mire What will it signifie to make your Will now For either we shall come off or drown for 't If we scape it will not signifie a straw to us for Testaments are of no value or Authority but by the death of the Testators If we are drown'd will it not be drown'd too Pr'ythee who will transmit it to the Executors Some kind Wave will throw it ashoar like Vlysses reply'd Panurge and some King's Daughter going to fetch a Walk in the fresco on the Evening will find it and take care to have it prov'd and fulfil'd Nay and have some stately Cenotaph erected to my Memory as Dido had to that of her good Man Sichaeus Aeneas to Deiphobus upon the Trojan shoar near Rhoete Andromache to Hector in the City of Buthrot Aristotle to Hermias and Eubulus the Athenians to the Poet Euripides the Romans to Drusus in Germany and to Alexander Severus their Emperor in the Gauls Argentier to Callaischre Xenocrates to Lisidices Timares to his Son Teleutagoras Eupolis and Aristodice to their Son Theotimus Onestes to Timocles Callimachus to Sopolis the Son of Dioclides Catallus to his Brother Statius to his Father Germain of Brie to Heâ—vé the Breton Tarpawlin Art thou mad said Fryar Jhon to run on at this rate Help here in the name of five hundred thousand millions of Cart-loads of Devils help may a Shanker gnaw thy Moustachio's and three rows of Pock Royals and Colly-flowers cover thy Bum and Turd-barrel instead of Breeches and Codpiece Codsooks our Ship is almost overset Ods death how shall we clear her 'T is well if she don't founder What a Devilish Sea there runs She 'll neither try nor hull the Sea will overtake her so we shall never scape the Devil scape me Then Pantagruel was heard to make a sad Exclamation saying with a loud voice Lord save us we perish Yet not as we would have it but thy holy Will be done The Lord and the Blessed Virgin be with us said Panurge Holos alas I drown be be be bous be bous bous In manus Good Heaven send me some Dolphin to carry me safe on shoar like a pretty little Arion I shall make shift to sound the Harp if it be not unstrung Let nineteen Legions of black Devils seize me said Fryar Jhon the Lord be with us whisper'd Panurge between his chattering Teeth If I come down to thee I 'll shew thee to some purpose that the Badge of thy Humanity dangles at a Calves Breech thou ragged horn'd Cuckoldy Booby mgna mgnan mgnan Come hither and help us thou great weeping Calf or may thirty millions of Devils leap on thee wilt thou come Sea-Calf Fye how ugly the howling Whelp looks What always the same Ditty Come on now my bonny Drawer This he said opening his Breviary come forward thou and I must be somewhat serious for a while let me peruse thee stifly Beatus vir qui non abiit Pshaw I know all this by Heart let 's see the Legend of Monsieur St. Nicholas Horrida Tempestas montem turbavit acutum Tempest was a mighty flogger of Lads at Mountague College If Pedants be damn'd for whipping poor little innocent wretches their Scholars he is upon my Honour by this time fix'd within Ixion's Wheel lashing the croptear bobtail'd Cur that gives it motion If they are sav'd for having whipp'd innocent Lads he ought to be above the CHAP. XXII An End of the Storm SHoar Shoar cry'd Pantagruel Land to my Friends I see Land pluck up a good spirit Boys 't is within a kenning so we are not far from a Port. I see the Sky clearing up to the North-wards Look to the South-east Courage my Hearts said the Pilot now she 'll bear the hullock of a
out and got the famous Mule Thacor Then the Hang-man by his order clap'd a Fig into the Mules Jim-crack in the Presence of the inslav'd Citts that were brought into the middle of the great Market-Place and proclaim'd in the Emperor's Name with Trumpets that whosoever of them would save his own Life should publickly pull the Fig out with his Teeth and after that put it in again in the very individual Cranny whence he had draw'd it without using his hands and that whoever refus'd to do this should presently swing for 't and die in his Shoes Some sturdy Fools standing upon their Punctilio chose Honourably to be hang'd rather than submit to so shameful and abominable a Disgrace and others less nice in Point of Ceremony took heart of Grace and ev'n resolv'd to have at the Fig and a Fig for 't rather than make a worse Figure with a hempen Collar and die in the Air at so short Warning accordingly when they had neatly pick'd out the Fig with their Teeth from old Thacor's Snatch-blatch they plainly show'd it the Heads-man saying Ecco lo fico behold the Fig. By the same Ignominy the rest of these poor distress'd Guallardets sav'd their Bacon bâ—coming Tributaries and Slaves and the Name of Pope-Figs was given them because they had said A Fig for the Popeâ—s Image Since this the poor Wretches never prosper'd but every year the Devil was at their Doors and they were plagu'd with Hail Storms Famine and all manner of Woes as an everlasting Punishment for the Sin of their Ancestors and Relations Perceiving the Misery and Calamity of that Generation we did not care to go further up into the Country contenting our selves with going into a little Chappel near the Haven to take some Holy water It was dilapidated and ruin'd wanting also a Cover like St. Peter at Rome When we were in as we dip'd our Fingers in the sanctifi'd Cistern we spy'd in the middle of that Holy Pickle a Fellow muffled up with Stoles all under water like a diving Duck except the tip of his Snout to draw his Breath About him stood three Priests true shavelings clean shorn and poli'd who were muttering strange words to the Devils out of a Conjuring Book Pantagruel was not a little amaz'd at this and inquiring what kind of sport these were at was told that for Three years last past the Plague had so dreadfully rag'd in the Island that the better half of it had been utterly depopulated and the Lands lay Fallow without Owners Now the mortality being over this same Fellow who was crept into the Holy Tub having a large piece of Ground chanc'd to be Sowing it with White winter Wheat at the very minute of an hour that a kind of a Silly sucking Devil who could not yet Write or Read or Hail and Thunder unless it were on Parsly or Colworts had got leave of his Master Lucifer to go into this Island of Pope-figs where the Devils were very familiar with the Men and Women and often went to take their Pastime This same Devil being got thither diâ—â—cted his Discourse to the Husband-man and ask'd him what he was doing The poor Man told him that he was Sowing this ground with Corn to help him to subsist the next year Ay but the Ground is none of thine Mr. Plough â—obber cry'd theâ— Devil but mine For since the time that you mock'd the Pope all this Land has been proscrib'd adjudg'd and abandon'd to us However to sow Corn is not my Province therefore I will give thee leave to sow the Field that is to say provided we share the Profit I will reply'd the Farmer I mean said the Devil that of what the Land shall bear two Lots shall be made one of what shall grow above Ground the other of what shall be cover'd with Earth the right of chusing belongs to me for I am a Devil of noble and ancient Race thou art a base Clown I therefore chuse what shall lye under ground take thou what shall be above When dost thou reckon to reap hah About the middle of July quoth the Farmer Well said the Devil I 'll not fail thee then In the mean time slave as thou oughtest Work Clown woâ—k I am going to tempt to the pleasing Sin of whoring the Nuns of Dâ—â—fart the Sham-saints of the Cowle and the Gluttonish Crew I am more than sure of these There needs but meet and the Job's done true Fire and Tinder touch and take down falls Nun and up gets Fryar CHAP. XLVI How a Junior Devil was fool'd by a Husband-man of Pope-Figland ON the middle of July the Devil came to the place aforesaid with all his Crew at his Heels a whole Quire of the younger Fry of Hell and having met the Farmer said to him Well Clod-pate how hast thou done since I went Thou and I must now share the Concern Ay Master Devil quoth the Clown 't is but reason we should Then he and his Men began to cut and reap the Corn And on the other side the Devil's Imps fell to work grubbing up and pulling out the stubble by the Root The Country-man had his Corn thrash'd Winnow'd it put it into Sacks and went with it to Market The same did the Devil's Servants and sate them down there by the Man to sell their Straw The Country-man sold off his Corn at a good rate and with the Money fill'd an old kind of a Demy-Buskin which was fasten'd to his Girdle but the Devil a Sous the Devils took far from taking Hansel they were flouted and jeer'd by the Country Louts Market being over quoth the Devil to the Farmer well Clown thou hast chous'd me once 't is thy Fault chouse me twice 't will be mine Nay good Sir Devil reply'd the Farmer how can I be said to have chous'd you since 't was your worship that chose first The truth is that by this trick you thought to cheat me hoping that nothing would spring out of the Earth for my share and that you should find whole under ground the Corn which I had sow'd and with it tempt the poor and needy the close Hypocrite or the Covetous Gripe thus making them fall into your snares But troth you must e'n go to School yet you are no Conjurer for ought I see For the Corn that was sow'd is dead and rotten its Corruption having caus'd the generation of that which you saw me sell so you chose the worst and therefore are curs'd in the Gospel Well talk no more on 't quoth the Devil what can'st thou sow our Field with for next Year If a Man would make the best on 't answer'd the Ploughman 't were fit he sow it with Radish Now cry'd the Devil thou talkst like an honest Fellow Bumpkin well sow me good store of Radish I 'll see and keep them safe from storms and will not hail a bit on them but harke ' e me this time I bespeak for my share what shall be above ground
make such a pother This said Panurge makes the saying good While jolly Companions caâ—râ—use it together A fig for the Storm it gives way to good Weather Nay continued Pantagruel some will tell you that we have not only shortned the time of the Calm but also much disburthen'd the Ship not like Aesop's Basket by easing it of the Provision but by breaking our Fasts and that a Man is more Terrestrial and heavy when fasting than when he has eaten and drank even as they pretend that he weighs more dead than living However 't is you 'll grant they are in the right who take their Mornings draught and Breakfast before a long Journey then say that the Horses will perform the better and that a Spur in the Head is worth two in the Flank or in the same Horse Dialect That a Cup in the Pats Is a Mile in the Gate Don't you know that formerly the Amycleans worshiped the Noble Father Bacchus above all other Gods and gave him the Name of Psila which in the Dorick Dialect signifies Wings for as the Birds raise themselves by a towering flight with their Wings above the Clouds so with the help of Soaring Bacchus the powerful juice of the Grape our Spirits are exalted to a pitch above themselves our Bodies are more sprightly and their Earthy parts become soft and plyant CHAP. LXVI How by Pantagruel's Order the Muses were saluted near the Isle of Ganabim THis fair wind and as fine talk brought us in sight of a high Land which Pantagruel discovering afar off shew'd it Xenomanes and ask'd him do you see yonder to the Leeward a high Rock with two tops much like Mount Parnassus in Phocis I do plainly answer'd Xenomanes 't is the Isle of Ganabim have you a mind to go ashoar there No return'd Pantagruel You do well indeed said Xenomanes for there is nothing worth seeing in the place The People are all Thieves yet there is the finest Fountain in the World and a very large Forest towards the right top of the Mountain Your Fleet may take in Wood and Water there He that spoke last spoke well quoth Panurge let us not by any means be so mâ—d as to go among a parcel of Thieves and Sharpers You may take my word 〈◊〉 this place is just such another as to my knowledge formerly were the Islands of Sark and Herm between the smaller and the greater Britain such as were the Pâ—neropolis of Philip in Thrace Islands of Thieves Banditti Picaroons Robbers Russians and Murtherers worse than Raw head and Bloody-bones and full as honest as the Senior Fellows of the College of Iniquity the very out-casts of the County-Goal's Common-side As you love your self do not go among 'em if you go you 'll come off but bluely if you come off at all If you will not believe me at least believe what the good and wise Xenomanes tells you For may I never stir if they are not worse than the very Canibals they would certainly eat us alive Do not go among 'em I pray you 't were safer to take a Journey to Hell Hark by Cod's Body I hear 'em ringing the Allarm-Bellmost dreadfully as the Gascons about Bourdeaux us'd formerly to do against the Commissaries and Officers for the Tax on Salt or my ears tingle Let 's shear off Believe me Sir said Fryar Jhon let 's rather land we 'll rid the World of that Vermin and inn there for nothing Old Nick go with thee for me quoth Panurge This rash hair-brain'd Devil of a Fryar fears nothing but ventures and runs on like a mad Devil as he is and cares not a Rush what becomes of others as if every one was a Monk like his Fryarship a pox on grinning Honour say I. Go to return'd the Fryar thou mangy Noddy-peak thou forlorn druggle-headed Sneaksby and may a million of black Devils Anatomise thy Cockle Brain The Hen-hearted Rascal is so cowardly that he berays himself for fear every day If thou art so afraid Dunghill don't go stay here and be hang'd or go and hide thy Logger-head under Madam Proserpine's Petticoat Panurge hearing this his Breech began to make Buttons so he slunk in in an instant and went to hide his Head down in the Bread-room among the musty Biâ—ctuis and the Orts and scraps of broken Bread Pantagruel in the mean time said to the rest I feel a pressing retraction in my Soul which like a Voice admonishes me not to land there Whenever I have felt such a motion within me I have found my self happy in avoiding what it directed me to shun or in undertaking what it prompted me to do and I never had occasion to repent following its Dictates As much said Epistemon is related of the Daemon of Socrates so celebrated among the Academics Well then Sir said Fryar Jhon while the Ship 's Crew water have you a mind to have good sport Panurge is got down somewhere in the Hold where he is crept into some corner and lurks like a Moâ—â—â—e in a Cranny let 'em give the word for the Gunner to fire yon Gun over the Round-house on the Poop this will serve to salute the Muses of this Antiparnassus besides the Powder does but decay in it You are i' th' right said Pantagruel here give the word for the Gunner The Gunner immediately came and was order'd by Pantagruel to fire that Gun and then charge it with fresh Powder which was soon done the Gunners of the other Ships Frigats Gallions and Gallies of the Fleet hearing us â—iâ—e gave every one a Gun to the Island which made such a horrid noise that you 'd have sworn Heav'n had been tumbling about our Ears CHAP. LXVII How Panurge beray'd himself for fear and of the huge Cat Rodilardus which he took for a puny Devil PAnurge like a wild addle-pated giddy Goat salâ—ies out of the Bread Room in his Shirt with nothing else about him but one of his Stockins half on half off about his Heel like a rough-footed Pigeon his Hair and Beard all be powdered with Crums of Bread in which he had been over Head and Ears and a huge and mighty Pusse partly wrapt up in his other Stockin In this Equipage his Chops moving like a Monkey's who 's a Louse-hunting his Eyes staring like a dead Pig 's his Teeth chattering and his Bum quivering the poor Dog fled to Fryar Jhon who was then sitting by the Chain-Wales of the Starboard-side of the Ship and pray'd him heartily to take pity on him and keep him in the safeguard of his trusty Bilbo swearing by his share of Papimany that he had seen all Hell broke loose Woe 's me my Jackee cry'd he my dear Johny my old Crony my Brother my Ghostly Father all the Devils keep Holy-day all the Devils keep their Feast to day Man Pork and Pease choak me if ever thou sawest such preparations in thy life for an Infernal Feast Dost thou see the smoke of Hell's Kitchins This he said shewing