is in child's labor, all the devils dance a morice."

to any one that will set me on shore all berayed and bedawbed as I am now, if ever there was a man in my country in 'Oh," said Panurge, "you sin, Friar the like pickle. Confiteor, alas! a word John, my former crony, former, I say, for or two of testament or codicil at least." at this time I am no more, you are no "A thousand devils seize the cuckoldy more. It goes against my heart to tell it cow-hearted mungril," 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 up 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! hoh! good people, I drown, I die. Consummatum est. I am sped." "Magna, gna, gna," said Friar John. "Fye upon him, how ugly the driveling 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."

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 nine pins, 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 half way about, on that side which the bowl should have took to hit the pins. Nevertheless you offend, my sweet friend. But what do you think of eating some kind of cabirotadoes? Would n't this secure us from this storm? I have read that in a storm at sea no harm ever befel the ministers of the gods Cabiri so much celebrated by Orpheus, Apollonius, Pherecides, Strabo, Pausanias, and Herodotus." "He doats, he raves, the poor devil," said Friar John. "A thousand, a million, nay, a hundred millions of devils seize the hornified doddipole. Lend's a hand here, hoh, tiger, wouldst thou? Here on the starboard side; ods me, thou buffalo's head stuffed with relics, what ape's PaterNoster art thou muttering and chattering here between thy teeth? That devil of a sea-calf is the cause of all this storm, and is the only man who doth not lend a helping hand. By G- if I come near thee, I'll fetch thee out by the head and ears with a vengeance, and chastise thee like any tempestative devil. Here, mate, my lad, hold fast till I have made a double knot. O brave boy! Would to heaven thou wert Abbot of Talemouze, and that he that is, were guardian of Croullay. Hold, brother Ponocrates, you will hurt yourself, man. Epistemon, pray thee stand off out of the hatchway. Methinks "By the virtue," said Friar John, "of I saw the thunder fall there just now. the blood, the flesh, the belly, the head, if Con the ship, so ho-mind your steerage. I hear thee again howling, thou cuckoldy Well said, thus, thus, steady, keep her cur, I'll maul thee worse than any sea- thus, get the long boat clear-steady. Ods wolf. Ods fish, why don't we take him up fish, the beakhead is staved to pieces. If by the lugs, and throw him overboard to this be weather, the devil's a ram. Nay, the bottom of the sea? Here, sailor, ho by G, a little more would have washed honest fellow. Thus, thus, my friend, me clear away into the current. I think hold fast above. In truth here is a all the legions of devils hold here their sad lightening and thundering; I think provincial chapter, or are polling, canvasthat all the devils are got loose, 't is holy-ing, and wrangling for the election of a day with 'em, or else Madame Proserpine new rector-starboard; well said. Take

แ 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. Bohous, bhous, bhoufowwauwaus. 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 but 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 Cande and Monsoreau, 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."

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