Whenever the maggot bites thee to take a trip down to hell and visit the tribunal of Minos, Aeacus, Rhadamanthus, (and Dis,) do but tell me, and I'll be sure to bear thee company, and never leave thee as long as my name's Panurge, but will wade over Acheron, Styx, and Cocytus, drink whole bumpers of Lethe's water--though I mortally hate that element -- and even pay thy passage to that bawling, cross-grained ferryman, Charon.
But as for the damned wicket, if thou art so weary of thy life as to go thither again, thou mayst e'en look for somebody else to bear thee company, for I'll not move one step that way; e'en rest satisfied with this positive answer.

By my good will I'll not stir a foot to go thither as long as I live, any more than Calpe will come over to Abyla (Here Motteux adds the following note: 'Calpe is a mountain in Spain that faces another, called Abyla, in Mauritania, both said to have been severed by Hercules.').

Was Ulysses so mad as to go back into the Cyclop's cave to fetch his sword?
No, marry was he not.

Now I have left nothing behind me at the wicket through forgetfulness; why then should I think of going thither?
Well, quoth Friar John, as good sit still as rise up and fall; what cannot be cured must be endured.

But, prithee, let's hear one another speak.
Come, wert thou not a wise doctor to fling away a whole purse of gold on those mangy scoundrels?
Ha! A squinsy choke thee! we were too rich, were we?
Had it not been enough to have thrown the hell-hounds a few cropped pieces of white cash?
How could I help it?
returned Panurge.