I will make him change his note presently, in the devil's name.

With this he rang a bell that hung over the bish-hawk's head; but though he rang and rang again, the devil a bit bish-hawk would hear; the louder the sound, the louder his snoring.

There was no making him sing.

By G--, quoth Panurge, you old buzzard, if you won't sing by fair means, you shall by foul.
Having said this, he took up one of St.Stephen's loaves, alias a stone, and was going to hit him with it about the middle.

But Aedituus cried to him, Hold, hold, honest friend! strike, wound, poison, kill, and murder all the kings and princes in the world, by treachery or how thou wilt, and as soon as thou wouldst unnestle the angels from their cockloft.