Panurge prayed Pantagruel to give him some more, but Pantagruel told him that to give words was the part of a lover.
Panurge had no sooner heard this, but he was upon the high-rope.
I have fished fair now, quoth Panurge, and brought my pigs to a fine market.
By the faith of an honest man, said Panurge, I do not lie in one word.
Woons, man, cried Panurge, what a rare time you have on't in this world!
There Panurge interrupted him, and said, You have spoken, Mask.
His eyes were bothering him of late, and he had not read from his favorite book since he left Panurge hunting for the prophetess.
To which Panurge answered, God confound him that leaves you!
By G—, sir, said Panurge, I will not lie to you in one word.
Gramercy, said Panurge, the present is not to be refused, and I love it from you.