My friend, said the monk, let me alone with it; for, by G--, I'll drink the better that it is on.

It makes all my body jocund.

If I should lay it aside, the waggish pages would cut to themselves garters out of it, as I was once served at Coulaines.

And, which is worse, I shall lose my appetite.

But if in this habit I sit down at table, I will drink, by G--, both to thee and to thy horse, and so courage, frolic, God save the company! I have already supped, yet will I eat never a whit the less for that; for I have a paved stomach, as hollow as a butt of malvoisie or St.Benedictus' boot (butt), and always open like a lawyer's pouch.