Well now, come hither, I must show thee a new trick, and handsomely give thee the combfeat.

With this he took him by the throat, saying to him, Thou flayest the Latin; by St.John, I will make thee flay the fox, for I will now flay thee alive.

Then began the poor Limousin to cry, Haw, gwid maaster! haw, Laord, my halp, and St.Marshaw! haw, I'm worried.

Haw, my thropple, the bean of my cragg is bruck! Haw, for gauad's seck lawt my lean, mawster; waw, waw, waw.

Now, said Pantagruel, thou speakest naturally, and so let him go, for the poor Limousin had totally bewrayed and thoroughly conshit his breeches, which were not deep and large enough, but round straight cannioned gregs, having in the seat a piece like a keeling's tail, and therefore in French called, de chausses a queue de merlus.