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A57009	The works of F. Rabelais, M.D., or, The lives, heroic deeds and sayings of Gargantua and Pantagruel with a large account of the life and works of the author, particularly an explanation of the most difficult passages in them never before publish'd in any language / done out of French by Sir Tho. Urchard, Kt., and others.	Rabelais, François, ca. 1490-1553?; Urquhart, Thomas, Sir, 1611-1660.	1694 (1694)	Wing R104; ESTC R29255	455,145	1,095

follow the perverse affections of their own depraved nature If any wrong had been done by us to thy Subjects and Dominions if we had favour'd thy Ill-willers if we had not assisted thee in thy Need if thy Name and Reputation had been wounded by us or to speak more truly if the calumniating Spirit tempting to induce thee to Evil had by false Illusions and deceitful Fantasies put into thy Conceit the impression of a thought that we had done unto thee any thing unworthy of our ancient Correspondence and Friendship thou oughtest first to have enquired out the Truth and afterwards by a seasonable warning to admonish us thereof and we should have so satisfied thee according to thine own hearts desire that thou shouldest have had occasion to be contented But O Eternal God what is thy enterprize Wouldst thou like a perfidious Tyrant thus spoil and lay waste my Masters Kingdom Hast thou found him so silly and blockish that he would not or so destitute of Men and Money of Counsel and Skill in military Discipline that he cannot withstand thy unjustly Invasion March hence presently and to morrow some time of the Day retreat unto thine own Country without doing any kind of Violence or disorderly act by the way and pay withal a Thousand Besans of Gold for reparation of Damages thou hast done in his Country Half thou shalt pay to morrow and the other half at the Ides of May next coming leaving with us in the mean time for Hostages the Dukes of Turnebank Lowbuttock and Small-trash together with the Prince of Itches and Viscount of Snatch-bit CHAP. XXXII How Grangousier to buy Peace caused the Cakes to be restored WITH that the good Man Gallet held his peace but Picrochole to all his Discourse answer'd nothing but Come and fetch them come and fetch them They have Ballocks fair and soft they will knead some Cakes for you Then returned he to Grangousier whom he found upon his Knees bare-headed crouching in a little Corner of his Cabinet and humbly praying unto God that he would vouchsafe to asswage the Choler of Picrochole and bring him to the rule of reason without proceeding by force When the good Man came back he asked him Ha my Friend my Friend what News do you bring me There is neither Hope nor Remedy said Gallet the Man is quite out of his Wits and forsaken of God Yea but said Grangousier my Friend what cause doth he pretend for his Outrages He did not shew me any cause at all said Gallet only that in a great Anger he spoke some words of Cakes I cannot tell if they have done any wrong to his Cake-bakers I will know said Grangousier the matter throughly before I resolve any more upon what is to be done Then sent he to learn concerning that business and found by true information that some of his Men had taken violently some Cakes from Picrochole's People and that Marquet had his Head broken That nevertheless all was well paid and that the said Marquet had first hurt Forgior with a stroke of his Whip athwart the Legs and it seemed good to his whole Counsel that he should defend himself with all his Might Notwithstanding all this said Grangousier seeing the question is but about a few Cakes I will labour to content him for I am very unwilling to wage War against him He enquired then what quantity of Cakes they had taken away and understanding that it was but some four or five dozen he commanded five cart-Loads of them to be baked that same night and that there should be one full of Cakes made with fine butter fine yolks of eggs fine saffron and fine spice to be bestowed upon Marquet unto whom likewise he directed to be given seven hundred thousand and three Philips for reparation of his losses and for satisfaction of the Chirurgeon that had dressed his wound and furthermore setled upon him and his for ever in Free-hold the Apple-Orchard called La Pomardiore for the conveyance and passing of all which was sent Gallet who by the way as they went made them gather near the willow trees great store of boughs canes and reeds wherewith all the Cariers were injoyned to garnish and deck their Carts and each of them to carry one in his hand as himself likewise did thereby to give all Men to understand that they demanded but Peace and that they came to buy it Being come to the gate they required to speak with Picrochole from Grangousier Picrochole would not so much as let them in nor go to speak with them but sent them word that he was busie and that they should deliver their mind to Captain Tonquedillon who was then planting a piece of Ordnance upon the Wall Then said the good Man unto him My Lord to ease you of all this labour and to take away all excuses why you may not return unto our former Alliance we do here presently restore unto you the Cakes upon which the quarrel arose five dozen did our People take away they were well paid for we love Peace so well that we restore unto you five Cart-loads of which this Cart shall be for Marquet who doth most complain besides to content him entirely here are seven hundred thousand and three Philips which I deliver to him and for the Losses he may pretend to have sustained I resign for ever the Farm of the Pomardere to be possess'd in Fee-simple by him and his for ever without the payment of any duty or acknowledgment of homage fealty fine or service whatsoever and here is the Deed of Conveyance and for God's sake let us live henceforward in Peace and go you home merrily into your own Country from this place unto which you have no right at all as your selves must needs confess and let us be good Friends as before Tonquedillon related all this to Picrochole and more and more exasperated his courage saying to him These Clowns are afraid to some purpose by cocks Grangousier conskites himself for fear the poor drinker he is not skilled in warfare nor hath he any stomach for it he knows better how to empty the Flaggons that is his Art I am of opinion that it is fit we send back the Carts and the Money and for the rest that very speedily we fortifie our selves here then prosecute our fortune But what do they think to have to do wlth a ninnie-whoop to feed you thus with cakes You may see what it is the good Usage and great Familiarity which you have had with them heretofore hath made you contemptible in their Eyes ungenton purget purgentom rustius unget Sa sa sa said Picrochole by St. Iames you have given a true character of them One thing I will advise you said Tonquedillon we are here but badly victualled and very slenderly provided which stores for the Mouth If Grangousier should come to besiege us I would go presently and pluck out of all your souldiers heads and mine own all the

Grave Make but your Will fall sick and speechless lie You 'll see their kind Returns before you di● Your Heirs Executors and Legatees Will all disperse what you bequeath'd to seize Not one to raise you fainting in your Bed Or lift the cordial Julep to your Head The Fool and Wit when once depriv'd of Breath Have equal Sense and both the Jest of Death What difference when into Earth's Clutches got Between the Slothful and the Busie Sot Betwixt Ambition Fortunate or Crost To have Gain'd Never or for Ever Lost What e're on Earth engages our Esteem Our Fear or Anger All 's a Sick-Man's Dream The World 's a Farce which do's with Youth begin Most Men have Parts in the Fantastic Scene A Natural Scaramouch or Harleq●u in The Number of Spectators are but Few Who unconcern'd the frantick Medley View Yet As by witty Rabelais 't is Exprest Life's Idle Droll's an entertaining Jest. N. Tate TO The Excellent Translator OF RABELAIS AS when at first the jarring Seeds began T' unite and kindly ripen into Man Just was the Work and goodly the Design Each Feature graceful and each part Divine But still the beauteous Piece was incompleat Nor had the Sense engag'd it for its Sea● There wanted something to command the whole Inform the Mass and warm it with a Soul Till Heav'nly Fire descending from Above Breath'd Life throughout and made its Organs move Thence ev'ry Nerve perform'd the Task enjoyn'd And Man towr'd upward with his Face and govern'd with his Mind So far'd it with our English Rabelais when His injur'd Honours summon'd forth thy Pen. Pensive and sad the dark'ned Genius lay Nor could one pointed thought through Brittish Fogs convey Former Translators good Men could not bear That any Foe such pointed Teeth should wear With their own Wit they softned his and thence The nervous Satyr shrunk to feeble Sence Our Scriblers thus paid France with equal Wrong And made unjust Reprisals on her Tongue Whilst she destroy'd her Neighbours with her Swords They made as great a Slaughter on her Words But now each Page with native Lustre shines And Gallic Thoughts adorn the British Lines Thou giv'st an Author and renew'st his Flame Translating so as to appear the same The same the vig'rous Heat and sprightly Fire The same the Sting and ev'ry Grace entire That e'en his blustring Heroe can't disown The Justice done our Language and his own Thou mak'st our rugged Tongue to Rules submit Dissolving inharmonious Words to Wit So just and smooth each burly Word is spun Rabelais wou'd own his nicest Touch out-done So when with pow'rful Wan the Prophet struck The stubborn Mount and wounded through the Rock The barren Flint dissolving open'd wide Its vanquish'd Breast and melted to a Tide And the rough Summit which but just before Impending Ruine and Destruction bore Gave way while from its Womb the Water burst And stop'd loud Israel's Clamours and appeas'd their Thirst. Oct. the 2 d. 1693. WILLIAM PITTIS Fellow of New Colledge in Oxon ON The Incomparable WORKS OF THE LEARNED D r. RABELAIS· THis Rabelais as lowd Fame does bellow Was once a very learned Fellow Fellow No Doctor I should call him For sure I can't enough extol him He writ a swinging Book of Physic To cure Folks of Catarrh and Phthisic Of Stone Gouts Dropsies and of Agues And other Woes which daily plague us But soon as e'er he understood That writing Sense would do no good He strove to scribble seeming Nonsence T' oblige the People in their own Sence Changing his method of Advising And fell to Metagrobolifing Hey What a Pox is That you ll say Why look for 't in your Scapula And if you do not find it There Why what a Devil do I care To Garagantua make Apology See if he 'll shew you th'Etymology How Garagantua That 's such Bombast Crys one as never Brain yet compast Such Brains it may be Child as thine That reach not to his great design 'T is Aist'ry and instructive Satyr But thou know'st nothing of the matter Read Polexander and Grand Cyrus Whose florid Fooleries quite tire us They 'r fit for thee Whose Gust effeminate Nothing can please but Mead or Lemonade Those Tales like Truths such Fops esteem And Truth like this a Lydo's seem Dom Quixot with his Sanco can't weigh The pond'rous Worth of Garagantua I speak to you of ev'ry Rank here The gainful Bankrupt griping Banquier The selfish States-man flatt'ring Courtier Who make all honest Men such sport here The honest Lawyer pious Parson Of which I fear you will find scarce one The Whore of Honour flutt'ring Gallant The dastard Soldier Bully valiant The silent Bishop pamper'd Cardinal Who when he 's Pope some say can pardon all The Judge the Hangman Lord and Peasant All I can think upon at present Ye lofty and ye peerless Rabble Y' are all the Moral of his Fable In one piece all these he has nick'd here Pray don't find fault then with your Picture For being thus joyned each of 's may const're We make a very pretty Monster ALEX. OLDIS ON THE WORKS OF RABELAIS TRANSLATED HArd are their Tasks and hasardous their Lots Who in Translation drudge for envious Sots That ev'n to thought could make but faint pretence Nor could converse unless at their Expence Yet strait the easie Benefit forget Condemn their Labours while they steal their Wit Fame's Lott'ry none wou'd play at were they wise The Stake's too weighty and too rare a Prize All other Trades some certain aim pursue And in a surer Choice their Wisdom shew The wiser Merchant with expected gain Sates his Ambition and rewards his Pain Jewels set off his Luxury and Gold The Seed of Discord since its Age of old Whose all commanding Power can Princes sway Is but his Servant does his Will obey Not so the Men who useful Arts convey And foreign Sence to their own World display They too are Merchants tho' with diff'rent Fate For they import the Wit which they translate Poor their reward yet is it not secure No Laws the Learned's Property immure Touch but the other you confusion breed And Magna Charta through their Wounds will bleed Their Injuries at once whole Nations rouse And Princes Swords their Quarrel● must espouse Only the Learn'd to all expos'd a Prey Steer through more dang'rous Seas their doub●ful way Each envious Breath does their smooth Course molest And frequent Piracies their Coasts infest Some few have safe the Rocks of Censure past And in the Road of Fame their Anchors cast The ancient Treasures these have made our own Thus Aesop is familiar with the Town Inspir'd with English by a learned Penoil His moral Beasts instruct our brutish Men. Thus while our Wits do in his Cause engage Iuvenal's pointed Satyrs lash our Age. Oh might but Horace on our Nation smile And laugh its Follies from our happy Isle Wou'd the same Pens but vindicate his Fame Restore his Spi●its and revive his Flame Not

at all How many Victories have been taken out of the Hands of the Victors by the vanquish'd when they would not rest satisfied with reason but attempt to put all to the Sword and totally to destroy all their Enemies without leaving so much as one to carry home News of the defeat of his Fellows Open therefore unto your Enemies all the Gates and Ways and make to them a bridge of Silver rather then fail that you may be rid of them Yea but said Gymnast they have the Monk Have they the Monk said Gargantua Upon mine honour then it will prove to their cost But to prevent all dangers let us not yet retreat but halt here quietly for I think I do already understand the Policy of our Enemies they are truly more directed by Chance and meer Fortune then by good Advice and Counsel In the mean while whilst these made a stop under the Walnut-trees the Monk pursued on the Chase charging all he overtook and giving quarter to none until he met with a Trooper who carried behind him one of the poor Pilgrims and there would have rifled him The Pilgrim in hope of relief at the sight of the Monk cryed out Ha my Lord Prior my good Friend my Lord Prior save me I beseech you save me Which words being heard by those that rode in the Van they instantly fac'd about and seeing there was no body but the Monk that made this great havock and slaughter among them they lodged him with blows as thick as they use to do an Ass with Wood But of all this he felt nothing especially when they struck upon his Frock his Skin was so hard Then they committed him to two of the Marshal's Men to keep and looking about saw no body coming against them whereupon they thought that Gargantua and his Party were fled Then was it that they rode as hard as they could towards the Walnut-Trees to meet with them and left the Monk there all alone with his two foresaid Men to guard him Gargantua heard the noise and neighing of the Horses and said to his Men Camerades I hear the track and beating of the Enemies Horse-feet and withal perceive that some of them come in a Troop and full Body against us let us rally and close here then set forward in order and by this means we shall be able to receive their Charge to their loss and our honour CHAP. XLIV How the Monk rid himself of his Keepers and how Picrochole's Forlorn Hope was defeated THE Monk seeing them break off thus without Order conjectured that they were to set upon Gargantua and those that were with him and was wonderfully grieved that he could not succour them Then considered he the countenance of the two Keepers in whose custody he was who would have willingly run after the Troops to get some Booty and Plunder and were always looking towards the Valley unto which they were going Farther he Syllogised saying These Men are but badly skilled in matters of War for they have not required my Parol neither have they taken my Sword from me Suddenly hereafter he drew his long Sword wherewith he gave the Keeper which held him on the right side such a sound slash that he cut clean through the jugularie veins and the sphagitid arteries of the neck with the gargareon even unto the two Adenes and redoubling the blow he opened the spinal marrow betwixt the second and the third vertebrae there fell down that Keeper stark dead to the ground Then the Monk reining his Horse to the left ran upon the other who seeing his fellow dead and the Monk to have the advantage of him cried with a loud Voice Ha my Lord Prior quarter I yield my Lord Prior quarter quarter my good Friend my Lord Prior And the Monk cried likewise My Lord Posterior my Friend my Lord Posterior you shall have it upon your Posteriorums Ha said the Keeper my Lord Prior my dear Lord Prior I pray God make you an Abbot By the Habit said the Monk which I wear I will here make you a Cardinal What do you use to pay Ransoms to Religious Men You shall have by and by a red Hat of my giving And the fellow cryed Ha my Lord Prior my Lord Prior my Lord Abbot that shall be my Lord Cardinal my Lord All. Ha ha hes no my Lord Prior my good little Lord the Prior I yield render and deliever my self up to you And I deliver thee said the Monk to all the Devils in Hell then at one stroak he struck off his Head cutting his Scalp upon the Temple-bones and lifting up the two bones Bregmatis together with the sagittal Commissure as also a great part of the Coronal Bone by which terrible blow likewise he cut the two Meninges and made a deep wound in the two posterior Ventricles of the Brain so that the Cranium abode hanging upon his Shoulders by the Skin of the Pericranium behind in form of a Doctor 's Bonnet black without and red within Thus fell he down also to the ground stark dead And presently the Monk gave his Horse the Spur and kept the way that the Enemy held who had met with Gargantua and his Companions in the broad High-way and were so diminished of their number for the enormous slaughter that Gargantua had made with his great Tree amongst them as also Gymnast Ponocrates Eudemon and the rest that they began to retreat disorderly and in great haste as Men altogether affrighted and troubled in both Sense and Understanding and as if they had seen the very proper Species and Form of Death before their Eyes Or rather as when you see an Ass with a brizze under his Tail or Fly that stings him run hither and thither without keeping any path or way throwing down his load to the ground breaking his Bridle and Reins and taking no breath nor rest and no Man can tell what ails him for they see not any thing touch him So fled these People destitute of Wit without knowing any cause of flying only pursued by a panic terror which in their minds they had conceived The Monk perceiving that their whole intent was to betake themselves to their Heels alighted from his Horse and got upon a big large Rock which was in the way and with his great Brackmard Sword laid such load upon those runaways and with main strength fetching a compass with his Arm without feigning or sparing slew and overthrew so many that his Sword broke in two pieces Then thought he within himself that he had slain and killed sufficiently and that the rest should escape to carry News Therefore he took up a battle-ax of those that lay there dead and got upon the Rock again passing his time to see the Enemy thus flying and to tumble himself amongst the dead Bodies only that he suffered none to carry Pike Sword Lance nor Gun with him and those who carried the Pilgrims bound he made to alight and gave their Horses

four great Chains of Iron to be made to bind him and so many strong Wooden Arches unto his Cradle most firmly stocked and mortaised in huge Frames Of those Chains you have one at Rochel which they drew up at Night betwixt the two great Towers of the Haven Another is at Lyons a third at Angiers and the fourth was carried way by the Devils to bind Lucifer who broke his Chains in those days by reason of a Cholick that did extraordinarily torment him taken with eating a Serjeant's Soul en Fricasseé for his Breakfast And therefore you may believe that which Nicolas de Lyra saith upon that place of the Psalter where it is written Et Og Regem Basan that the said Og being yet little was so strong and robustious that they were fain to bind him with Chains of Iron in his Cradle Thus continued Pantagruel for a while very calm and quiet for he was not able so easily to break those Chains especially having no room in the Cradle to give a swing with his Arms. But see what happened Once upon a great Holiday that his Father Gargantua made a sumptuous Banquet to all the Princes of his Court I am apt to believe that the Menial Officers of the House were so imbusied in waiting each on his proper Service at the Feast that no body took care of poor Pantagruel who was left a reculorum behind-hand all alone and as forsaken What did he Heark what he did good People he strove and essayed to break the Chains of the Cradle with his Arms but could not for they were too strong for him then did he keep with his Feet such a stamping Stir and so long that at last he beat out the lower end of his Cradle which notwithstanding was made of a great Post five Foot in square and as soon as he had gotten out his Feet he slid down as well as he could till he had got his Soles to the Ground and then with a mighty force he rose up carrying his Cradle upon his Back bound to him like a Tortoise that crawls up against a Wall and to have seen him you would have thought it had been a great Carrick of five hundred Tun upon one end In this manner he entred into the great Hall where they were banqueting and that very boldly which did much afright the Company yet because his Arms were tied in he could not reach any thing to eat but with great Pain stopped now and then a little to take with the whole flat of his Tongue some Lick good Bit or Morsel Which when his Father saw he knew well enough that they had left him without giving him any thing to eat and therefore commanded that he should be loosed from the said Chains by the Counsel of the Princes and Lords there present Besides that also the Physicians of Gargantua said that if they did thus keep him in the Cradle he would be all his Life-time subject to the Stone When he was unchain'd they made him to sit down where after he had fed very well he took his Cradle and broke it into more than five hundred thousand pieces with one Blow of his Fist that he struck in the midst of it swearing that he would never come into it again CHAP. V. Of the Acts of the noble Pantagruel in his youthful Age. THus grew Pantagruel from day to day and to every ones Eye waxed more and more in all his Dimensions which made his Father to rejoice by a natural Affection therefore caused he to be made for him whilst he was yet little a pretty Cross-bow wherewith to shoot at small Birds which now they call the great Cross-bow at Chantelle Then he sent him to the School to learn and to spend his Youth in Vertue in the Prosecution of which Design he came first to Poictiers where as he studied and profited very much he saw that the Scholars were oftentimes idle and knew not how to bestow their Time which moved him to take such Compassion on them that one day he took from a long Ledg of Rocks called there Passelourdin a huge great Stone of about twelve Fathom square and fourteen Handfuls thick and with great Ease set it upon four Pillars in the midst of a Field to no other end but that the said Scholars when they had nothing else to do might pass their time in getting up on that Stone and feast it with store of Gammons Pasties and Flaggons and carve their Names upon it with a Knife in token of which Deed till this hour the Stone is called the lifted Stone and in remembrance hereof there is none entered into the Register and Matricular Book of the said University or accounted capable of taking any Degree therein till he have first drunk in the Caballine Fountain of Croustelles passed at Passelourdin and got up upon the lifted Stone Afterwards reading the delectable Chronicles of his Ancestors he found that Iafrey of Lusinian called Iafrey with the great Tooth Grandfather to the Cousin-in-Law of the eldest Sister of the Aunt of the Son-in-Law of the Unkle of the good Daughter of his Step-mother was interred at Maillezais therefore he took a Play-day to pay his Respects to him in a Visit and going from Poictiers with some of his Companions they passed by the Guge visiting the noble Abbot Ardillon then by Lusinian by Sansay by Celles by Coalonges by Fontenay the Conte saluting the learned Tiraquean and from thence arrived at Maillezais where he went to see the Sepulchre of the said Iafrey with the great Tooth which made him somewhat afraid looking upon the Portraiture representing a Man in an extream Fury drawing his great Malchus Faulchion half way out of his Scabbard When the reason hereof was demanded the Chanons of the said Place told him that there was no other cause of it but that Pictoribus atque Poetis c. that is to say that Painters and Poets have liberty to paint and devise what they list after their own Fancy but he was not satisfied with their Answer and said He is not thus painted without a cause and I suspect that at his Death there was some Wrong done him whereof he requireth his Kindred to take Revenge I will enquire further into it and then do what shall be reasonable then he returned not to Poictiers but would take a view of the other Universities of France therefore going to Rochel he took Shipping and arrived at Bourdeaux where he found no great Diversion only now and then he would see some Mariners and Lightermen a wrestling on the Key or Strand by the River side From thence he came to Tholouse where he learned to dance very well and to play with the two-handed Sword as the fashion of the Scholars of the said University is But he staid not long there when he saw that they did cause burn their Regents alive like Red-herring saying Now God forbid that I should die this Death for I am by Nature