"But nay," urges poor Panurge, "she would marry me according to any rite, civil or ecclesiastical, to-morrow." _"Mariez-vous doncques de par dieu,"_ replies Pantagruel.

"But I should be a villain to take advantage of her innocence and submission." "Then don't marry." "But I can't live without her," says Panurge, desperately.

"I am as a man bewitched.

If I don't marry her I shall waste away with longing." "Then marry her in God's name!" says Pantagruel.

And I am no wiser by his counsel, and I have paraded the complication of my folly before mocking eyes.
October 23d.
I perceive that the young man of the idiot metaphor was gifted with piercing acumen.