BOOK FIRST.
CHAPTER 1. THE GRAND HALL.
(continued)
"Down with the cardinal disputations, and quibblers!"
"My cap to you, Chancellor of Sainte-Geneviève! You
have done me a wrong. 'Tis true; he gave my place in the
nation of Normandy to little Ascanio Falzapada, who comes
from the province of Bourges, since he is an Italian."
"That is an injustice," said all the scholars. "Down with
the Chancellor of Sainte-Geneviève!"
"Ho hé! Master Joachim de Ladehors! Ho hé! Louis
Dahuille! Ho he Lambert Hoctement!"
"May the devil stifle the procurator of the German nation!"
"And the chaplains of the Sainte-Chapelle, with their gray
amices; cum tunices grisis!"
"Seu de pellibus grisis fourratis!"
"Holà hé! Masters of Arts! All the beautiful black copes!
all the fine red copes!"
"They make a fine tail for the rector."
"One would say that he was a Doge of Venice on his way
to his bridal with the sea."
"Say, Jehan! here are the canons of Sainte-Geneviève!"
"To the deuce with the whole set of canons!"
"Abbé Claude Choart! Doctor Claude Choart! Are you in
search of Marie la Giffarde?"
"She is in the Rue de Glatigny."
"She is making the bed of the king of the debauchees."
She is paying her four deniers* quatuor denarios."
* An old French coin, equal to the two hundred and
fortieth part of a pound.
"Aut unum bombum."
"Would you like to have her pay you in the face?"
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