Panurge could not tell how to excuse him, and would have gone back to the palace to call him, when Friar John overtook them, and merrily cried, Long live the noble Panigon! As I love my belly, he minds good eating, and keeps a noble house and a dainty kitchen.

I have been there, boys.

Everything goes about by dozens.

I was in good hopes to have stuffed my puddings there like a monk.

What! always in a kitchen, friend?
said Pantagruel.