Miracle! cried homenas, miracle! miracle! Clerica,come wench, light, light here. here's to you all,gentlemen; I vow you seem to me very sound Christians. While he said this, the maidens began to snicker at his elbow, grinning, giggling, and twittering among themselves. Friar John began to paw, neigh,and whinny at the snout's end, as one ready to leap, or at least to play the ass, and get up and ride tantivy to the devil like a beggar on horseback.
Methinks, said Pantagruel, a man might have been more out of danger near the white of which Gymnast spoke than was formerly Diogenes near another. how is that? asked homenas; what was it? Was he one of our decretalists? Rarely fallen in again, egad, said epistemon, returning from stool; I see he will hook his decretals in, though by the head and shoulders.
