CHAPTER 4.VI.
How, the fray being over, Panurge cheapened one of Dingdong's sheep.
This quarrel being hushed, Panurge tipped the wink upon Epistemon and Friar John, and taking them aside, Stand at some distance out of the way, said he, and take your share of the following scene of mirth.

You shall have rare sport anon, if my cake be not dough, and my plot do but take.

Then addressing himself to the drover, he took off to him a bumper of good lantern wine.

The other pledged him briskly and courteously.

This done, Panurge earnestly entreated him to sell him one of his sheep.
But the other answered him, Is it come to that, friend and neighbour?
Would you put tricks upon travellers?
Alas, how finely you love to play upon poor folk! Nay, you seem a rare chapman, that's the truth on't.