CHAPTER 5.XIII.
How Panurge solved Gripe-men-all's riddle.
Gripe-men-all, as if he had not heard what Friar John said, directed his discourse to Panurge, saying to him, Well, what have you to say for yourself, Mr.Rogue-enough, hah?
Give, give me out of hand--an answer.
Say?
quoth Panurge; why, what would you have me say?
I say that we are damnably beshit, since you give no heed at all to the equity of the plea, and the devil sings among you.

Let this answer serve for all, I beseech you, and let us go out about our business; I am no longer able to hold out, as gad shall judge me.
Go to, go to, cried Gripe-men-all; when did you ever hear that for these three hundred years last past anybody ever got out of this weel without leaving something of his behind him?
No, no, get out of the trap if you can without losing leather, life, or at least some hair, and you will have done more than ever was done yet.

For why, this would bring the wisdom of the court into question, as if we had took you up for nothing, and dealt wrongfully by you.

Well, by hook or by crook, we must have something out of you.

Look ye, it is a folly to make a rout for a fart and ado; one word is as good as twenty.