I must grip thee, my ballock, till thy back crack with it.

Come, my cod, let me coll thee till I kill thee.

And Friar John, the gladdest man in the world, never was man made welcomer, never was any more courteously and graciously received than Friar John.

Come, come, said Gargantua, a stool here close by me at this end.

I am content, said the monk, seeing you will have it so.