CHAPTER 5.VIII.
How with much ado we got a sight of the pope-hawk.
Our junketting and banqueting held on at the same rate the third day as the two former.

Pantagruel then earnestly desired to see the pope-hawk; but Aedituus told him it was not such an easy matter to get a sight of him.
How, asked Pantagruel, has he Plato's helmet on his crown, Gyges's ring on his pounces, or a chameleon on his breast, to make him invisible when he pleases?
No, sir, returned Aedituus; but he is naturally of pretty difficult access.

However, I'll see and take care that you may see him, if possible.

With this he left us piddling; then within a quarter of an hour came back, and told us the pope-hawk is now to be seen.

So he led us, without the least noise, directly to the cage wherein he sat drooping, with his feathers staring about him, attended by a brace of little cardin-hawks and six lusty fusty bish-hawks.
Panurge stared at him like a dead pig, examining exactly his figure, size, and motions.