Yea but, said he, my friend Panurge, he is marvellously learned; how wilt thou be able to answer him?
Very well, answered Panurge; I pray you talk no more of it, but let me alone.
Is any man so learned as the devils are?
No, indeed, said Pantagruel, without God's especial grace.

Yet for all that, said Panurge, I have argued against them, gravelled and blanked them in disputation, and laid them so squat upon their tails that I have made them look like monkeys.
Therefore be assured that to-morrow I will make this vain-glorious Englishman to skite vinegar before all the world.

So Panurge spent the night with tippling amongst the pages, and played away all the points of his breeches at primus secundus and at peck point, in French called La Vergette.

Yet, when the condescended on time was come, he failed not to conduct his master Pantagruel to the appointed place, unto which, believe me, there was neither great nor small in Paris but came, thinking with themselves that this devilish Pantagruel, who had overthrown and vanquished in dispute all these doting fresh-water sophisters, would now get full payment and be tickled to some purpose.

For this Englishman is a terrible bustler and horrible coil-keeper.