No, no, answered Pantagruel.
My mind was only running upon the lurch and tricktrack.

Thereafter did he hit, at the third opening of the book, upon this verse: Foemineo praedae, et spoliorum ardebat amore.
After the spoil and pillage, as in fire, He burnt with a strong feminine desire.
This portendeth, quoth Pantagruel, that she will steal your goods, and rob you.

Hence this, according to these three drawn lots, will be your future destiny, I clearly see it,--you will be a cuckold, you will be beaten, and you will be robbed.

Nay, it is quite otherwise, quoth Panurge; for it is certain that this verse presageth that she will love me with a perfect liking.

Nor did the satyr-writing poet lie in proof hereof, when he affirmed that a woman, burning with extreme affection, takes sometimes pleasure to steal from her sweetheart.