The Fourth Book. Francois Rabelais
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Название: The Fourth Book

Автор: Francois Rabelais

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СКАЧАТЬ verily, quoth the grazier, I am married, and would not be otherwise for all the pairs of spectacles in Europe; nay, not for all the magnifying gimcracks in Africa; for I have got me the cleverest, prettiest, handsomest, properest, neatest, tightest, honestest, and soberest piece of woman's flesh for my wife that is in all the whole country of Xaintonge; I'll say that for her, and a fart for all the rest. I bring her home a fine eleven-inch-long branch of red coral for her Christmas-box. What hast thou to do with it? what's that to thee? who art thou? whence comest thou, O dark lantern of Antichrist? Answer, if thou art of God. I ask thee, by the way of question, said Panurge to him very seriously, if with the consent and countenance of all the elements, I had gingumbobbed, codpieced, and thumpthumpriggledtickledtwiddled thy so clever, so pretty, so handsome, so proper, so neat, so tight, so honest, and so sober female importance, insomuch that the stiff deity that has no forecast, Priapus (who dwells here at liberty, all subjection of fastened codpieces, or bolts, bars, and locks, abdicated), remained sticking in her natural Christmas-box in such a lamentable manner that it were never to come out, but eternally should stick there unless thou didst pull it out with thy teeth; what wouldst thou do? Wouldst thou everlastingly leave it there, or wouldst thou pluck it out with thy grinders? Answer me, O thou ram of Mahomet, since thou art one of the devil's gang. I would, replied the sheepmonger, take thee such a woundy cut on this spectacle-bearing lug of thine with my trusty bilbo as would smite thee dead as a herring. Thus, having taken pepper in the nose, he was lugging out his sword, but, alas!--cursed cows have short horns,--it stuck in the scabbard; as you know that at sea cold iron will easily take rust by reason of the excessive and nitrous moisture. Panurge, so smitten with terror that his heart sunk down to his midriff, scoured off to Pantagruel for help; but Friar John laid hand on his flashing scimitar that was new ground, and would certainly have despatched Dingdong to rights, had not the skipper and some of his passengers beseeched Pantagruel not to suffer such an outrage to be committed on board his ship. So the matter was made up, and Panurge and his antagonist shaked fists, and drank in course to one another in token of a perfect reconciliation.

      How, the fray being over, Panurge cheapened one of Dingdong's sheep

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      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. Oh, what a mighty sheep-merchant you are! In good faith, you look liker one of the diving trade than a buyer of sheep. Adzookers, what a blessing it would be to have one's purse well lined with chink near your worship at a tripe-house when it begins to thaw! Humph, humph, did not we know you well, you might serve one a slippery trick! Pray do but see, good people, what a mighty conjuror the fellow would be reckoned. Patience, said Panurge; but waiving that, be so kind as to sell me one of your sheep. Come, how much? What do you mean, master of mine? answered the other. They are long-wool sheep; from these did Jason take his golden fleece. The gold of the house of Burgundy was drawn from them. Zwoons, man, they are oriental sheep, topping sheep, fatted sheep, sheep of quality. Be it so, said Panurge; but sell me one of them, I beseech you; and that for a cause, paying you ready money upon the nail, in good and lawful occidental current cash. Wilt say how much? Friend, neighbour, answered the seller of mutton, hark ye me a little, on the ear.

      Panurge. On which side you please; I hear you.

       Dingdong. You are going to Lanternland, they say.

       Panurge. Yea, verily.

       Dingdong. To see fashions?

       Panurge. Even so.

       Dingdong. And be merry?

       Panurge. And be merry.

       Dingdong. Your name is, as I take it, Robin Mutton?

       Panurge. As you please for that, sweet sir.

       Dingdong. Nay, without offence.

       Panurge. So I would have it.

       Dingdong. You are, as I take it, the king's jester; aren't you?

       Panurge. Ay, ay, anything.

       Dingdong. Give me your hand--humph, humph, you go to see fashions, you

       are the king's jester, your name is Robin Mutton! Do you see this same

       ram? His name, too, is Robin. Here, Robin, Robin, Robin! Baea, baea,

       baea. Hath he not a rare voice?

       Panurge. Ay, marry has he, a very fine and harmonious voice.

       Dingdong. Well, this bargain shall be made between you and me, friend

       and neighbour; we will get a pair of scales, then you Robin Mutton shall be

       put into one of them, and Tup Robin into the other. Now I will hold you a

       peck of Busch oysters that in weight, value, and price he shall outdo you,

       and you shall be found light in the very numerical manner as when you shall

       be hanged and suspended.

       Patience, said Panurge; but you would do much for me and your whole

       posterity if you would chaffer with me for him, or some other of his

       inferiors. I beg it of you; good your worship, be so kind. Hark ye,

       friend of mine, answered the other; with the fleece of these your fine

       Rouen cloth is to be made; your Leominster superfine wool is mine arse to

       it; mere flock in comparison. Of their skins the best cordovan will be

       made, which shall be sold for Turkey and Montelimart, or for Spanish

       leather at least. Of the guts shall be made fiddle and harp strings that

       will sell as dear as if they came from Munican or Aquileia. What do you

       think on't, hah? If you please, sell me one of them, said Panurge, and I

       will be yours for ever. Look, here's ready cash. What's the price? This

       he said exhibiting his purse stuffed with new Henricuses.

      Which if you read you'll find how Panurge bargained with Dingdong

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      Neighbour, my friend, answered Dingdong, they are meat for none but kings and princes; their flesh is so delicate, so savoury, and so dainty that one would swear it melted in the mouth. I bring them out of a country where the very hogs, God be with СКАЧАТЬ