--How we arrived at the
queendom
of Whims or Entelechy
Chapter 5.
Chapter 5.
Gargantua and Pantagruel by François Rabelais
XL.
--How Bridlegoose giveth reasons why he looked upon those law-
actions which he decided by the chance of the dice
Chapter 3. XLI. --How Bridlegoose relateth the history of the reconcilers of
parties at variance in matters of law
Chapter 3. XLII. --How suits at law are bred at first, and how they come
afterwards to their perfect growth
Chapter 3. XLIII. --How Pantagruel excuseth Bridlegoose in the matter of
sentencing actions at law by the chance of the dice
Chapter 3. XLIV. --How Pantagruel relateth a strange history of the
perplexity of human judgment
Chapter 3. XLV. --How Panurge taketh advice of Triboulet
Chapter 3. XLVI. --How Pantagruel and Panurge diversely interpret the words
of Triboulet
Chapter 3. XLVII. --How Pantagruel and Panurge resolved to make a visit to
the Oracle of the Holy Bottle
Chapter 3. XLVIII. --How Gargantua showeth that the children ought not to
marry without the special knowledge and advice of their fathers and mothers
Chapter 3. XLIX. --How Pantagruel did put himself in a readiness to go to
sea; and of the herb named Pantagruelion
Chapter 3. L. --How the famous Pantagruelion ought to be prepared and wrought
Chapter 3. LI. --Why it is called Pantagruelion, and of the admirable virtues
thereof
Chapter 3. LII. --How a certain kind of Pantagruelion is of that nature that
the fire is not able to consume it
THE FOURTH BOOK.
The Translator's Preface
The Author's Epistle Dedicatory
The Author's Prologue
Chapter 4. I. --How Pantagruel went to sea to visit the oracle of Bacbuc,
alias the Holy Bottle
Chapter 4. II. --How Pantagruel bought many rarities in the island of
Medamothy
Chapter 4. III. --How Pantagruel received a letter from his father Gargantua,
and of the strange way to have speedy news from far distant places
Chapter 4. IV. --How Pantagruel writ to his father Gargantua, and sent him
several curiosities
Chapter 4. V. --How Pantagruel met a ship with passengers returning from
Lantern-land
Chapter 4. VI. --How, the fray being over, Panurge cheapened one of
Dingdong's sheep
Chapter 4. VII. --Which if you read you'll find how Panurge bargained with
Dingdong
Chapter 4. VIII. --How Panurge caused Dingdong and his sheep to be drowned in
the sea
Chapter 4. IX. --How Pantagruel arrived at the island of Ennasin, and of the
strange ways of being akin in that country
Chapter 4. X. --How Pantagruel went ashore at the island of Chely, where he
saw King St. Panigon
Chapter 4. XI. --Why monks love to be in kitchens
Chapter 4. XII. --How Pantagruel passed by the land of Pettifogging, and of
the strange way of living among the Catchpoles
Chapter 4. XIII. --How, like Master Francis Villon, the Lord of Basche
commended his servants
Chapter 4. XIV. --A further account of catchpoles who were drubbed at
Basche's house
Chapter 4. XV. --How the ancient custom at nuptials is renewed by the
catchpole
Chapter 4. XVI. --How Friar John made trial of the nature of the catchpoles
Chapter 4. XVII. --How Pantagruel came to the islands of Tohu and Bohu; and
of the strange death of Wide-nostrils, the swallower of windmills
Chapter 4. XVIII. --How Pantagruel met with a great storm at sea
Chapter 4. XIX. --What countenances Panurge and Friar John kept during the
storm
Chapter 4. XX. --How the pilots were forsaking their ships in the greatest
stress of weather
Chapter 4. XXI. --A continuation of the storm, with a short discourse on the
subject of making testaments at sea
Chapter 4. XXII. --An end of the storm
Chapter 4. XXIII. --How Panurge played the good fellow when the storm was
over
Chapter 4. XXIV. --How Panurge was said to have been afraid without reason
during the storm
Chapter 4. XXV. --How, after the storm, Pantagruel went on shore in the
islands of the Macreons
Chapter 4. XXVI. --How the good Macrobius gave us an account of the mansion
and decease of the heroes
Chapter 4. XXVII. --Pantagruel's discourse of the decease of heroic souls;
and of the dreadful prodigies that happened before the death of the late
Lord de Langey
Chapter 4. XXVIII. --How Pantagruel related a very sad story of the death of
the heroes
Chapter 4. XXIX. --How Pantagruel sailed by the Sneaking Island, where
Shrovetide reigned
Chapter 4. XXX. --How Shrovetide is anatomized and described by Xenomanes
Chapter 4. XXXI. --Shrovetide's outward parts anatomized
Chapter 4. XXXII. --A continuation of Shrovetide's countenance
Chapter 4. XXXIII. --How Pantagruel discovered a monstrous physeter, or
whirlpool, near the Wild Island
Chapter 4. XXXIV. --How the monstrous physeter was slain by Pantagruel
Chapter 4. XXXV. --How Pantagruel went on shore in the Wild Island, the
ancient abode of the Chitterlings
Chapter 4. XXXVI. --How the wild Chitterlings laid an ambuscado for
Pantagruel
Chapter 4. XXXVII. --How Pantagruel sent for Colonel Maul-chitterling and
Colonel Cut-pudding; with a discourse well worth your hearing about the
names of places and persons
Chapter 4. XXXVIII. --How Chitterlings are not to be slighted by men
Chapter 4. XXXIX. --How Friar John joined with the cooks to fight the
Chitterlings
Chapter 4. XL. --How Friar John fitted up the sow; and of the valiant cooks
that went into it
Chapter 4. XLI. --How Pantagruel broke the Chitterlings at the knees
Chapter 4. XLII. --How Pantagruel held a treaty with Niphleseth, Queen of the
Chitterlings
Chapter 4. XLIII. --How Pantagruel went into the island of Ruach
Chapter 4. XLIV. --How small rain lays a high wind
Chapter 4. XLV. --How Pantagruel went ashore in the island of Pope-Figland
Chapter 4. XLVI. --How a junior devil was fooled by a husbandman of Pope-
Figland
Chapter 4. XLVII. --How the devil was deceived by an old woman of Pope-
Figland
Chapter 4. XLVIII. --How Pantagruel went ashore at the island of Papimany
Chapter 4. XLIX. --How Homenas, Bishop of Papimany, showed us the Uranopet
decretals
Chapter 4. L. --How Homenas showed us the archetype, or representation of a
pope
Chapter 4. LI. --Table-talk in praise of the decretals
Chapter 4. LII. --A continuation of the miracles caused by the decretals
Chapter 4. LIII. --How, by the virtue of the decretals, gold is subtilely
drawn out of France to Rome
Chapter 4. LIV. --How Homenas gave Pantagruel some bon-Christian pears
Chapter 4. LV. --How Pantagruel, being at sea, heard various unfrozen words
Chapter 4. LVI. --How among the frozen words Pantagruel found some odd ones
Chapter 4. LVII. --How Pantagruel went ashore at the dwelling of Gaster, the
first master of arts in the world
Chapter 4. LVIII. --How, at the court of the master of ingenuity, Pantagruel
detested the Engastrimythes and the Gastrolaters
Chapter 4. LIX. --Of the ridiculous statue Manduce; and how and what the
Gastrolaters sacrifice to their ventripotent god
Chapter 4. LX. --What the Gastrolaters sacrificed to their god on interlarded
fish-days
Chapter 4. LXI. --How Gaster invented means to get and preserve corn
Chapter 4. LXII. --How Gaster invented an art to avoid being hurt or touched
by cannon-balls
Chapter 4. LXIII. --How Pantagruel fell asleep near the island of Chaneph,
and of the problems proposed to be solved when he waked
Chapter 4. LXIV. --How Pantagruel gave no answer to the problems
Chapter 4. LXV. --How Pantagruel passed the time with his servants
Chapter 4. LXVI. --How, by Pantagruel's order, the Muses were saluted near
the isle of Ganabim
Chapter 4. LXVII. --How Panurge berayed himself for fear; and of the huge cat
Rodilardus, which he took for a puny devil
THE FIFTH BOOK.
The Author's Prologue
Chapter 5. I. --How Pantagruel arrived at the Ringing Island, and of the
noise that we heard
Chapter 5. II. --How the Ringing Island had been inhabited by the Siticines,
who were become birds
Chapter 5. III. --How there is but one pope-hawk in the Ringing Island
Chapter 5. IV. --How the birds of the Ringing Island were all passengers
Chapter 5. V. --Of the dumb Knight-hawks of the Ringing Island
Chapter 5. VI. --How the birds are crammed in the Ringing Island
Chapter 5. VII. --How Panurge related to Master Aedituus the fable of the
horse and the ass
Chapter 5. VIII. --How with much ado we got a sight of the pope-hawk
Chapter 5. IX. --How we arrived at the island of Tools
Chapter 5. X. --How Pantagruel arrived at the island of Sharping
Chapter 5. XI. --How we passed through the wicket inhabited by Gripe-men-all,
Archduke of the Furred Law-cats
Chapter 5. XII. --How Gripe-men-all propounded a riddle to us
Chapter 5. XIII. --How Panurge solved Gripe-men-all's riddle
Chapter 5. XIV. --How the Furred Law-cats live on corruption
Chapter 5. XV. --How Friar John talks of rooting out the Furred Law-cats
Chapter 5. XVI. --How Pantagruel came to the island of the Apedefers, or
Ignoramuses, with long claws and crooked paws, and of terrible adventures
and monsters there
Chapter 5. XVII. --How we went forwards, and how Panurge had like to have
been killed
Chapter 5. XVIII. --How our ships were stranded, and we were relieved by some
people that were subject to Queen Whims (qui tenoient de la Quinte)
Chapter 5. XIX.
--How we arrived at the queendom of Whims or Entelechy
Chapter 5. XX. --How the Quintessence cured the sick with a song
Chapter 5. XXI. --How the Queen passed her time after dinner
Chapter 5. XXII. --How Queen Whims' officers were employed; and how the said
lady retained us among her abstractors
Chapter 5. XXIII. --How the Queen was served at dinner, and of her way of
eating
Chapter 5. XXIV. --How there was a ball in the manner of a tournament, at
which Queen Whims was present
Chapter 5. XXV. --How the thirty-two persons at the ball fought
Chapter 5. XXVI. --How we came to the island of Odes, where the ways go up
and down
Chapter 5. XXVII. --How we came to the island of Sandals; and of the order of
Semiquaver Friars
Chapter 5. XXVIII. --How Panurge asked a Semiquaver Friar many questions, and
was only answered in monosyllables
Chapter 5. XXIX. --How Epistemon disliked the institution of Lent
Chapter 5. XXX. --How we came to the land of Satin
Chapter 5. XXXI. --How in the land of Satin we saw Hearsay, who kept a school
of vouching
Chapter 5. XXXII. --How we came in sight of Lantern-land
Chapter 5. XXXIII. --How we landed at the port of the Lychnobii, and came to
Lantern-land
Chapter 5. XXXIV. --How we arrived at the Oracle of the Bottle
Chapter 5. XXXV. --How we went underground to come to the Temple of the Holy
Bottle, and how Chinon is the oldest city in the world
Chapter 5. XXXVI. --How we went down the tetradic steps, and of Panurge's
fear
Chapter 5. XXXVII. --How the temple gates in a wonderful manner opened of
themselves
Chapter 5. XXXVIII. --Of the temple's admirable pavement
Chapter 5. XXXIX. --How we saw Bacchus's army drawn up in battalia in mosaic
work
Chapter 5. XL. --How the battle in which the good Bacchus overthrew the
Indians was represented in mosaic work
Chapter 5. XLI. --How the temple was illuminated with a wonderful lamp
Chapter 5. XLII. --How the Priestess Bacbuc showed us a fantastic fountain in
the temple, and how the fountain-water had the taste of wine, according to
the imagination of those who drank of it
Chapter 5. XLIII. --How the Priestess Bacbuc equipped Panurge in order to
have the word of the Bottle
Chapter 5. XLIV. --How Bacbuc, the high-priestess, brought Panurge before the
Holy Bottle
Chapter 5. XLV. --How Bacbuc explained the word of the Goddess-Bottle
Chapter 5. XLVI. --How Panurge and the rest rhymed with poetic fury
Chapter 5. XLVII. --How we took our leave of Bacbuc, and left the Oracle of
the Holy Bottle
Introduction.
Had Rabelais never written his strange and marvellous romance, no one would
ever have imagined the possibility of its production. It stands outside
other things--a mixture of mad mirth and gravity, of folly and reason, of
childishness and grandeur, of the commonplace and the out-of-the-way, of
popular verve and polished humanism, of mother-wit and learning, of
baseness and nobility, of personalities and broad generalization, of the
comic and the serious, of the impossible and the familiar. Throughout the
whole there is such a force of life and thought, such a power of good
sense, a kind of assurance so authoritative, that he takes rank with the
greatest; and his peers are not many. You may like him or not, may attack
him or sing his praises, but you cannot ignore him. He is of those that
die hard. Be as fastidious as you will; make up your mind to recognize
only those who are, without any manner of doubt, beyond and above all
others; however few the names you keep, Rabelais' will always remain.
We may know his work, may know it well, and admire it more every time we
read it. After being amused by it, after having enjoyed it, we may return
again to study it and to enter more fully into its meaning. Yet there is
no possibility of knowing his own life in the same fashion. In spite of
all the efforts, often successful, that have been made to throw light on
it, to bring forward a fresh document, or some obscure mention in a
forgotten book, to add some little fact, to fix a date more precisely, it
remains nevertheless full of uncertainty and of gaps. Besides, it has been
burdened and sullied by all kinds of wearisome stories and foolish
anecdotes, so that really there is more to weed out than to add.
This injustice, at first wilful, had its rise in the sixteenth century, in
the furious attacks of a monk of Fontevrault, Gabriel de Puy-Herbault, who
seems to have drawn his conclusions concerning the author from the book,
and, more especially, in the regrettable satirical epitaph of Ronsard,
piqued, it is said, that the Guises had given him only a little pavillon in
the Forest of Meudon, whereas the presbytery was close to the chateau.
From that time legend has fastened on Rabelais, has completely travestied
him, till, bit by bit, it has made of him a buffoon, a veritable clown, a
vagrant, a glutton, and a drunkard.
The likeness of his person has undergone a similar metamorphosis. He has
been credited with a full moon of a face, the rubicund nose of an
incorrigible toper, and thick coarse lips always apart because always
laughing. The picture would have surprised his friends no less than
himself. There have been portraits painted of Rabelais; I have seen many
such. They are all of the seventeenth century, and the greater number are
conceived in this jovial and popular style.
As a matter of fact there is only one portrait of him that counts, that has
more than the merest chance of being authentic, the one in the Chronologie
collee or coupee. Under this double name is known and cited a large sheet
divided by lines and cross lines into little squares, containing about a
hundred heads of illustrious Frenchmen. This sheet was stuck on pasteboard
for hanging on the wall, and was cut in little pieces, so that the
portraits might be sold separately. The majority of the portraits are of
known persons and can therefore be verified. Now it can be seen that these
have been selected with care, and taken from the most authentic sources;
from statues, busts, medals, even stained glass, for the persons of most
distinction, from earlier engravings for the others. Moreover, those of
which no other copies exist, and which are therefore the most valuable,
have each an individuality very distinct, in the features, the hair, the
beard, as well as in the costume. Not one of them is like another. There
has been no tampering with them, no forgery. On the contrary, there is in
each a difference, a very marked personality. Leonard Gaultier, who
published this engraving towards the end of the sixteenth century,
reproduced a great many portraits besides from chalk drawings, in the style
of his master, Thomas de Leu. It must have been such drawings that were
the originals of those portraits which he alone has issued, and which may
therefore be as authentic and reliable as the others whose correctness we
are in a position to verify.
Now Rabelais has here nothing of the Roger Bontemps of low degree about
him. His features are strong, vigorously cut, and furrowed with deep
wrinkles; his beard is short and scanty; his cheeks are thin and already
worn-looking. On his head he wears the square cap of the doctors and the
clerks, and his dominant expression, somewhat rigid and severe, is that of
a physician and a scholar. And this is the only portrait to which we need
attach any importance.
This is not the place for a detailed biography, nor for an exhaustive
study. At most this introduction will serve as a framework on which to fix
a few certain dates, to hang some general observations. The date of
Rabelais' birth is very doubtful. For long it was placed as far back as
1483: now scholars are disposed to put it forward to about 1495. The
reason, a good one, is that all those whom he has mentioned as his friends,
or in any real sense his contemporaries, were born at the very end of the
fifteenth century. And, indeed, it is in the references in his romance to
names, persons, and places, that the most certain and valuable evidence is
to be found of his intercourse, his patrons, his friendships, his
sojournings, and his travels: his own work is the best and richest mine in
which to search for the details of his life.
Like Descartes and Balzac, he was a native of Touraine, and Tours and
Chinon have only done their duty in each of them erecting in recent years a
statue to his honour, a twofold homage reflecting credit both on the
province and on the town. But the precise facts about his birth are
nevertheless vague. Huet speaks of the village of Benais, near Bourgeuil,
of whose vineyards Rabelais makes mention. As the little vineyard of La
Deviniere, near Chinon, and familiar to all his readers, is supposed to
have belonged to his father, Thomas Rabelais, some would have him born
there. It is better to hold to the earlier general opinion that Chinon was
his native town; Chinon, whose praises he sang with such heartiness and
affection. There he might well have been born in the Lamproie house, which
belonged to his father, who, to judge from this circumstance, must have
been in easy circumstances, with the position of a well-to-do citizen. As
La Lamproie in the seventeenth century was a hostelry, the father of
Rabelais has been set down as an innkeeper. More probably he was an
apothecary, which would fit in with the medical profession adopted by his
son in after years. Rabelais had brothers, all older than himself.
Perhaps because he was the youngest, his father destined him for the
Church.
The time he spent while a child with the Benedictine monks at Seuille is
uncertain. There he might have made the acquaintance of the prototype of
his Friar John, a brother of the name of Buinart, afterwards Prior of
Sermaize. He was longer at the Abbey of the Cordeliers at La Baumette,
half a mile from Angers, where he became a novice. As the brothers Du
Bellay, who were later his Maecenases, were then studying at the University
of Angers, where it is certain he was not a student, it is doubtless from
this youthful period that his acquaintance and alliance with them should
date. Voluntarily, or induced by his family, Rabelais now embraced the
ecclesiastical profession, and entered the monastery of the Franciscan
Cordeliers at Fontenay-le-Comte, in Lower Poitou, which was honoured by his
long sojourn at the vital period of his life when his powers were ripening.
There it was he began to study and to think, and there also began his
troubles.
In spite of the wide-spread ignorance among the monks of that age, the
encyclopaedic movement of the Renaissance was attracting all the lofty
minds. Rabelais threw himself into it with enthusiasm, and Latin antiquity
was not enough for him. Greek, a study discountenanced by the Church,
which looked on it as dangerous and tending to freethought and heresy, took
possession of him. To it he owed the warm friendship of Pierre Amy and of
the celebrated Guillaume Bude. In fact, the Greek letters of the latter
are the best source of information concerning this period of Rabelais'
life. It was at Fontenay-le-Comte also that he became acquainted with the
Brissons and the great jurist Andre Tiraqueau, whom he never mentions but
with admiration and deep affection. Tiraqueau's treatise, De legibus
connubialibus, published for the first time in 1513, has an important
bearing on the life of Rabelais. There we learn that, dissatisfied with
the incomplete translation of Herodotus by Laurent Valla, Rabelais had
retranslated into Latin the first book of the History. That translation
unfortunately is lost, as so many other of his scattered works. It is
probably in this direction that the hazard of fortune has most discoveries
and surprises in store for the lucky searcher. Moreover, as in this law
treatise Tiraqueau attacked women in a merciless fashion, President Amaury
Bouchard published in 1522 a book in their defence, and Rabelais, who was a
friend of both the antagonists, took the side of Tiraqueau. It should be
observed also in passing, that there are several pages of such audacious
plain-speaking, that Rabelais, though he did not copy these in his Marriage
of Panurge, has there been, in his own fashion, as out spoken as Tiraqueau.
If such freedom of language could be permitted in a grave treatise of law,
similar liberties were certainly, in the same century, more natural in a
book which was meant to amuse.
The great reproach always brought against Rabelais is not the want of
reserve of his language merely, but his occasional studied coarseness,
which is enough to spoil his whole work, and which lowers its value. La
Bruyere, in the chapter Des ouvrages de l'esprit, not in the first edition
of the Caracteres, but in the fifth, that is to say in 1690, at the end of
the great century, gives us on this subject his own opinion and that of his
age:
'Marot and Rabelais are inexcusable in their habit of scattering filth
about their writings. Both of them had genius enough and wit enough to do
without any such expedient, even for the amusement of those persons who
look more to the laugh to be got out of a book than to what is admirable in
it. Rabelais especially is incomprehensible. His book is an enigma,--one
may say inexplicable. It is a Chimera; it is like the face of a lovely
woman with the feet and the tail of a reptile, or of some creature still
more loathsome. It is a monstrous confusion of fine and rare morality with
filthy corruption. Where it is bad, it goes beyond the worst; it is the
delight of the basest of men. Where it is good, it reaches the exquisite,
the very best; it ministers to the most delicate tastes. '
Putting aside the rather slight connection established between two men of
whom one is of very little importance compared with the other, this is
otherwise very admirably said, and the judgment is a very just one, except
with regard to one point--the misunderstanding of the atmosphere in which
the book was created, and the ignoring of the examples of a similar
tendency furnished by literature as well as by the popular taste. Was it
not the Ancients that began it? Aristophanes, Catullus, Petronius,
Martial, flew in the face of decency in their ideas as well as in the words
they used, and they dragged after them in this direction not a few of the
Latin poets of the Renaissance, who believed themselves bound to imitate
them. Is Italy without fault in this respect? Her story-tellers in prose
lie open to easy accusation. Her Capitoli in verse go to incredible
lengths; and the astonishing success of Aretino must not be forgotten, nor
the licence of the whole Italian comic theatre of the sixteenth century.
The Calandra of Bibbiena, who was afterwards a Cardinal, and the Mandragola
of Machiavelli, are evidence enough, and these were played before Popes,
who were not a whit embarrassed. Even in England the drama went very far
for a time, and the comic authors of the reign of Charles II. , evidently
from a reaction, and to shake off the excess and the wearisomeness of
Puritan prudery and affectation, which sent them to the opposite extreme,
are not exactly noted for their reserve. But we need not go beyond France.
Slight indications, very easily verified, are all that may be set down
here; a formal and detailed proof would be altogether too dangerous.
Thus, for instance, the old Fabliaux--the Farces of the fifteenth century,
the story-tellers of the sixteenth--reveal one of the sides, one of the
veins, so to speak, of our literature. The art that addresses itself to
the eye had likewise its share of this coarseness. Think of the sculptures
on the capitals and the modillions of churches, and the crude frankness of
certain painted windows of the fifteenth century. Queen Anne was, without
any doubt, one of the most virtuous women in the world. Yet she used to go
up the staircase of her chateau at Blois, and her eyes were not offended at
seeing at the foot of a bracket a not very decent carving of a monk and a
nun. Neither did she tear out of her book of Hours the large miniature of
the winter month, in which, careless of her neighbours' eyes, the mistress
of the house, sitting before her great fireplace, warms herself in a
fashion which it is not advisable that dames of our age should imitate.
The statue of Cybele by the Tribolo, executed for Francis I. , and placed,
not against a wall, but in the middle of Queen Claude's chamber at
Fontainebleau, has behind it an attribute which would have been more in
place on a statue of Priapus, and which was the symbol of generativeness.
The tone of the conversations was ordinarily of a surprising coarseness,
and the Precieuses, in spite of their absurdities, did a very good work in
setting themselves in opposition to it. The worthy Chevalier de
La-Tour-Landry, in his Instructions to his own daughters, without a thought
of harm, gives examples which are singular indeed, and in Caxton's
translation these are not omitted. The Adevineaux Amoureux, printed at
Bruges by Colard Mansion, are astonishing indeed when one considers that
they were the little society diversions of the Duchesses of Burgundy and of
the great ladies of a court more luxurious and more refined than the French
court, which revelled in the Cent Nouvelles of good King Louis XI.
Rabelais' pleasantry about the woman folle a la messe is exactly in the
style of the Adevineaux.
A later work than any of his, the Novelle of Bandello, should be kept in
mind--for the writer was Bishop of Agen, and his work was translated into
French--as also the Dames Galantes of Brantome. Read the Journal of
Heroard, that honest doctor, who day by day wrote down the details
concerning the health of Louis XIII. from his birth, and you will
understand the tone of the conversation of Henry IV. The jokes at a
country wedding are trifles compared with this royal coarseness. Le Moyen
de Parvenir is nothing but a tissue and a mass of filth, and the too
celebrated Cabinet Satyrique proves what, under Louis XIII. , could be
written, printed, and read. The collection of songs formed by Clairambault
shows that the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries were no purer than the
sixteenth. Some of the most ribald songs are actually the work of
Princesses of the royal House.
It is, therefore, altogether unjust to make Rabelais the scapegoat, to
charge him alone with the sins of everybody else. He spoke as those of his
time used to speak; when amusing them he used their language to make
himself understood, and to slip in his asides, which without this sauce
would never have been accepted, would have found neither eyes nor ears.
Let us blame not him, therefore, but the manners of his time.
Besides, his gaiety, however coarse it may appear to us--and how rare a
thing is gaiety! --has, after all, nothing unwholesome about it; and this is
too often overlooked. Where does he tempt one to stray from duty? Where,
even indirectly, does he give pernicious advice? Whom has he led to evil
ways? Does he ever inspire feelings that breed misconduct and vice, or is
he ever the apologist of these? Many poets and romance writers, under
cover of a fastidious style, without one coarse expression, have been
really and actively hurtful; and of that it is impossible to accuse
Rabelais. Women in particular quickly revolt from him, and turn away
repulsed at once by the archaic form of the language and by the
outspokenness of the words. But if he be read aloud to them, omitting the
rougher parts and modernizing the pronunciation, it will be seen that they
too are impressed by his lively wit as by the loftiness of his thought. It
would be possible, too, to extract, for young persons, without
modification, admirable passages of incomparable force. But those who have
brought out expurgated editions of him, or who have thought to improve him
by trying to rewrite him in modern French, have been fools for their pains,
and their insulting attempts have had, and always will have, the success
they deserve.
His dedications prove to what extent his whole work was accepted. Not to
speak of his epistolary relations with Bude, with the Cardinal d'Armagnac
and with Pellissier, the ambassador of Francis I. and Bishop of Maguelonne,
or of his dedication to Tiraqueau of his Lyons edition of the Epistolae
Medicinales of Giovanni Manardi of Ferrara, of the one addressed to the
President Amaury Bouchard of the two legal texts which he believed antique,
there is still the evidence of his other and more important dedications.
In 1532 he dedicated his Hippocrates and his Galen to Geoffroy d'Estissac,
Bishop of Maillezais, to whom in 1535 and 1536 he addressed from Rome the
three news letters, which alone have been preserved; and in 1534 he
dedicated from Lyons his edition of the Latin book of Marliani on the
topography of Rome to Jean du Bellay (at that time Bishop of Paris) who was
raised to the Cardinalate in 1535. Beside these dedications we must set
the privilege of Francis I. of September, 1545, and the new privilege
granted by Henry II. on August 6th, 1550, Cardinal de Chatillon present,
for the third book, which was dedicated, in an eight-lined stanza, to the
Spirit of the Queen of Navarre. These privileges, from the praises and
eulogies they express in terms very personal and very exceptional, are as
important in Rabelais' life as were, in connection with other matters, the
Apostolic Pastorals in his favour. Of course, in these the popes had not
to introduce his books of diversions, which, nevertheless, would have
seemed in their eyes but very venial sins. The Sciomachie of 1549, an
account of the festivities arranged at Rome by Cardinal du Bellay in honour
of the birth of the second son of Henry II. , was addressed to Cardinal de
Guise, and in 1552 the fourth book was dedicated, in a new prologue, to
Cardinal de Chatillon, the brother of Admiral de Coligny.
These are no unknown or insignificant personages, but the greatest lords
and princes of the Church. They loved and admired and protected Rabelais,
and put no restrictions in his way. Why should we be more fastidious and
severe than they were? Their high contemporary appreciation gives much
food for thought.
There are few translations of Rabelais in foreign tongues; and certainly
the task is no light one, and demands more than a familiarity with ordinary
French. It would have been easier in Italy than anywhere else. Italian,
from its flexibility and its analogy to French, would have lent itself
admirably to the purpose; the instrument was ready, but the hand was not
forthcoming. Neither is there any Spanish translation, a fact which can be
more easily understood. The Inquisition would have been a far more serious
opponent than the Paris' Sorbonne, and no one ventured on the experiment.
Yet Rabelais forces comparison with Cervantes, whose precursor he was in
reality, though the two books and the two minds are very different. They
have only one point in common, their attack and ridicule of the romances of
chivalry and of the wildly improbable adventures of knight-errants.
actions which he decided by the chance of the dice
Chapter 3. XLI. --How Bridlegoose relateth the history of the reconcilers of
parties at variance in matters of law
Chapter 3. XLII. --How suits at law are bred at first, and how they come
afterwards to their perfect growth
Chapter 3. XLIII. --How Pantagruel excuseth Bridlegoose in the matter of
sentencing actions at law by the chance of the dice
Chapter 3. XLIV. --How Pantagruel relateth a strange history of the
perplexity of human judgment
Chapter 3. XLV. --How Panurge taketh advice of Triboulet
Chapter 3. XLVI. --How Pantagruel and Panurge diversely interpret the words
of Triboulet
Chapter 3. XLVII. --How Pantagruel and Panurge resolved to make a visit to
the Oracle of the Holy Bottle
Chapter 3. XLVIII. --How Gargantua showeth that the children ought not to
marry without the special knowledge and advice of their fathers and mothers
Chapter 3. XLIX. --How Pantagruel did put himself in a readiness to go to
sea; and of the herb named Pantagruelion
Chapter 3. L. --How the famous Pantagruelion ought to be prepared and wrought
Chapter 3. LI. --Why it is called Pantagruelion, and of the admirable virtues
thereof
Chapter 3. LII. --How a certain kind of Pantagruelion is of that nature that
the fire is not able to consume it
THE FOURTH BOOK.
The Translator's Preface
The Author's Epistle Dedicatory
The Author's Prologue
Chapter 4. I. --How Pantagruel went to sea to visit the oracle of Bacbuc,
alias the Holy Bottle
Chapter 4. II. --How Pantagruel bought many rarities in the island of
Medamothy
Chapter 4. III. --How Pantagruel received a letter from his father Gargantua,
and of the strange way to have speedy news from far distant places
Chapter 4. IV. --How Pantagruel writ to his father Gargantua, and sent him
several curiosities
Chapter 4. V. --How Pantagruel met a ship with passengers returning from
Lantern-land
Chapter 4. VI. --How, the fray being over, Panurge cheapened one of
Dingdong's sheep
Chapter 4. VII. --Which if you read you'll find how Panurge bargained with
Dingdong
Chapter 4. VIII. --How Panurge caused Dingdong and his sheep to be drowned in
the sea
Chapter 4. IX. --How Pantagruel arrived at the island of Ennasin, and of the
strange ways of being akin in that country
Chapter 4. X. --How Pantagruel went ashore at the island of Chely, where he
saw King St. Panigon
Chapter 4. XI. --Why monks love to be in kitchens
Chapter 4. XII. --How Pantagruel passed by the land of Pettifogging, and of
the strange way of living among the Catchpoles
Chapter 4. XIII. --How, like Master Francis Villon, the Lord of Basche
commended his servants
Chapter 4. XIV. --A further account of catchpoles who were drubbed at
Basche's house
Chapter 4. XV. --How the ancient custom at nuptials is renewed by the
catchpole
Chapter 4. XVI. --How Friar John made trial of the nature of the catchpoles
Chapter 4. XVII. --How Pantagruel came to the islands of Tohu and Bohu; and
of the strange death of Wide-nostrils, the swallower of windmills
Chapter 4. XVIII. --How Pantagruel met with a great storm at sea
Chapter 4. XIX. --What countenances Panurge and Friar John kept during the
storm
Chapter 4. XX. --How the pilots were forsaking their ships in the greatest
stress of weather
Chapter 4. XXI. --A continuation of the storm, with a short discourse on the
subject of making testaments at sea
Chapter 4. XXII. --An end of the storm
Chapter 4. XXIII. --How Panurge played the good fellow when the storm was
over
Chapter 4. XXIV. --How Panurge was said to have been afraid without reason
during the storm
Chapter 4. XXV. --How, after the storm, Pantagruel went on shore in the
islands of the Macreons
Chapter 4. XXVI. --How the good Macrobius gave us an account of the mansion
and decease of the heroes
Chapter 4. XXVII. --Pantagruel's discourse of the decease of heroic souls;
and of the dreadful prodigies that happened before the death of the late
Lord de Langey
Chapter 4. XXVIII. --How Pantagruel related a very sad story of the death of
the heroes
Chapter 4. XXIX. --How Pantagruel sailed by the Sneaking Island, where
Shrovetide reigned
Chapter 4. XXX. --How Shrovetide is anatomized and described by Xenomanes
Chapter 4. XXXI. --Shrovetide's outward parts anatomized
Chapter 4. XXXII. --A continuation of Shrovetide's countenance
Chapter 4. XXXIII. --How Pantagruel discovered a monstrous physeter, or
whirlpool, near the Wild Island
Chapter 4. XXXIV. --How the monstrous physeter was slain by Pantagruel
Chapter 4. XXXV. --How Pantagruel went on shore in the Wild Island, the
ancient abode of the Chitterlings
Chapter 4. XXXVI. --How the wild Chitterlings laid an ambuscado for
Pantagruel
Chapter 4. XXXVII. --How Pantagruel sent for Colonel Maul-chitterling and
Colonel Cut-pudding; with a discourse well worth your hearing about the
names of places and persons
Chapter 4. XXXVIII. --How Chitterlings are not to be slighted by men
Chapter 4. XXXIX. --How Friar John joined with the cooks to fight the
Chitterlings
Chapter 4. XL. --How Friar John fitted up the sow; and of the valiant cooks
that went into it
Chapter 4. XLI. --How Pantagruel broke the Chitterlings at the knees
Chapter 4. XLII. --How Pantagruel held a treaty with Niphleseth, Queen of the
Chitterlings
Chapter 4. XLIII. --How Pantagruel went into the island of Ruach
Chapter 4. XLIV. --How small rain lays a high wind
Chapter 4. XLV. --How Pantagruel went ashore in the island of Pope-Figland
Chapter 4. XLVI. --How a junior devil was fooled by a husbandman of Pope-
Figland
Chapter 4. XLVII. --How the devil was deceived by an old woman of Pope-
Figland
Chapter 4. XLVIII. --How Pantagruel went ashore at the island of Papimany
Chapter 4. XLIX. --How Homenas, Bishop of Papimany, showed us the Uranopet
decretals
Chapter 4. L. --How Homenas showed us the archetype, or representation of a
pope
Chapter 4. LI. --Table-talk in praise of the decretals
Chapter 4. LII. --A continuation of the miracles caused by the decretals
Chapter 4. LIII. --How, by the virtue of the decretals, gold is subtilely
drawn out of France to Rome
Chapter 4. LIV. --How Homenas gave Pantagruel some bon-Christian pears
Chapter 4. LV. --How Pantagruel, being at sea, heard various unfrozen words
Chapter 4. LVI. --How among the frozen words Pantagruel found some odd ones
Chapter 4. LVII. --How Pantagruel went ashore at the dwelling of Gaster, the
first master of arts in the world
Chapter 4. LVIII. --How, at the court of the master of ingenuity, Pantagruel
detested the Engastrimythes and the Gastrolaters
Chapter 4. LIX. --Of the ridiculous statue Manduce; and how and what the
Gastrolaters sacrifice to their ventripotent god
Chapter 4. LX. --What the Gastrolaters sacrificed to their god on interlarded
fish-days
Chapter 4. LXI. --How Gaster invented means to get and preserve corn
Chapter 4. LXII. --How Gaster invented an art to avoid being hurt or touched
by cannon-balls
Chapter 4. LXIII. --How Pantagruel fell asleep near the island of Chaneph,
and of the problems proposed to be solved when he waked
Chapter 4. LXIV. --How Pantagruel gave no answer to the problems
Chapter 4. LXV. --How Pantagruel passed the time with his servants
Chapter 4. LXVI. --How, by Pantagruel's order, the Muses were saluted near
the isle of Ganabim
Chapter 4. LXVII. --How Panurge berayed himself for fear; and of the huge cat
Rodilardus, which he took for a puny devil
THE FIFTH BOOK.
The Author's Prologue
Chapter 5. I. --How Pantagruel arrived at the Ringing Island, and of the
noise that we heard
Chapter 5. II. --How the Ringing Island had been inhabited by the Siticines,
who were become birds
Chapter 5. III. --How there is but one pope-hawk in the Ringing Island
Chapter 5. IV. --How the birds of the Ringing Island were all passengers
Chapter 5. V. --Of the dumb Knight-hawks of the Ringing Island
Chapter 5. VI. --How the birds are crammed in the Ringing Island
Chapter 5. VII. --How Panurge related to Master Aedituus the fable of the
horse and the ass
Chapter 5. VIII. --How with much ado we got a sight of the pope-hawk
Chapter 5. IX. --How we arrived at the island of Tools
Chapter 5. X. --How Pantagruel arrived at the island of Sharping
Chapter 5. XI. --How we passed through the wicket inhabited by Gripe-men-all,
Archduke of the Furred Law-cats
Chapter 5. XII. --How Gripe-men-all propounded a riddle to us
Chapter 5. XIII. --How Panurge solved Gripe-men-all's riddle
Chapter 5. XIV. --How the Furred Law-cats live on corruption
Chapter 5. XV. --How Friar John talks of rooting out the Furred Law-cats
Chapter 5. XVI. --How Pantagruel came to the island of the Apedefers, or
Ignoramuses, with long claws and crooked paws, and of terrible adventures
and monsters there
Chapter 5. XVII. --How we went forwards, and how Panurge had like to have
been killed
Chapter 5. XVIII. --How our ships were stranded, and we were relieved by some
people that were subject to Queen Whims (qui tenoient de la Quinte)
Chapter 5. XIX.
--How we arrived at the queendom of Whims or Entelechy
Chapter 5. XX. --How the Quintessence cured the sick with a song
Chapter 5. XXI. --How the Queen passed her time after dinner
Chapter 5. XXII. --How Queen Whims' officers were employed; and how the said
lady retained us among her abstractors
Chapter 5. XXIII. --How the Queen was served at dinner, and of her way of
eating
Chapter 5. XXIV. --How there was a ball in the manner of a tournament, at
which Queen Whims was present
Chapter 5. XXV. --How the thirty-two persons at the ball fought
Chapter 5. XXVI. --How we came to the island of Odes, where the ways go up
and down
Chapter 5. XXVII. --How we came to the island of Sandals; and of the order of
Semiquaver Friars
Chapter 5. XXVIII. --How Panurge asked a Semiquaver Friar many questions, and
was only answered in monosyllables
Chapter 5. XXIX. --How Epistemon disliked the institution of Lent
Chapter 5. XXX. --How we came to the land of Satin
Chapter 5. XXXI. --How in the land of Satin we saw Hearsay, who kept a school
of vouching
Chapter 5. XXXII. --How we came in sight of Lantern-land
Chapter 5. XXXIII. --How we landed at the port of the Lychnobii, and came to
Lantern-land
Chapter 5. XXXIV. --How we arrived at the Oracle of the Bottle
Chapter 5. XXXV. --How we went underground to come to the Temple of the Holy
Bottle, and how Chinon is the oldest city in the world
Chapter 5. XXXVI. --How we went down the tetradic steps, and of Panurge's
fear
Chapter 5. XXXVII. --How the temple gates in a wonderful manner opened of
themselves
Chapter 5. XXXVIII. --Of the temple's admirable pavement
Chapter 5. XXXIX. --How we saw Bacchus's army drawn up in battalia in mosaic
work
Chapter 5. XL. --How the battle in which the good Bacchus overthrew the
Indians was represented in mosaic work
Chapter 5. XLI. --How the temple was illuminated with a wonderful lamp
Chapter 5. XLII. --How the Priestess Bacbuc showed us a fantastic fountain in
the temple, and how the fountain-water had the taste of wine, according to
the imagination of those who drank of it
Chapter 5. XLIII. --How the Priestess Bacbuc equipped Panurge in order to
have the word of the Bottle
Chapter 5. XLIV. --How Bacbuc, the high-priestess, brought Panurge before the
Holy Bottle
Chapter 5. XLV. --How Bacbuc explained the word of the Goddess-Bottle
Chapter 5. XLVI. --How Panurge and the rest rhymed with poetic fury
Chapter 5. XLVII. --How we took our leave of Bacbuc, and left the Oracle of
the Holy Bottle
Introduction.
Had Rabelais never written his strange and marvellous romance, no one would
ever have imagined the possibility of its production. It stands outside
other things--a mixture of mad mirth and gravity, of folly and reason, of
childishness and grandeur, of the commonplace and the out-of-the-way, of
popular verve and polished humanism, of mother-wit and learning, of
baseness and nobility, of personalities and broad generalization, of the
comic and the serious, of the impossible and the familiar. Throughout the
whole there is such a force of life and thought, such a power of good
sense, a kind of assurance so authoritative, that he takes rank with the
greatest; and his peers are not many. You may like him or not, may attack
him or sing his praises, but you cannot ignore him. He is of those that
die hard. Be as fastidious as you will; make up your mind to recognize
only those who are, without any manner of doubt, beyond and above all
others; however few the names you keep, Rabelais' will always remain.
We may know his work, may know it well, and admire it more every time we
read it. After being amused by it, after having enjoyed it, we may return
again to study it and to enter more fully into its meaning. Yet there is
no possibility of knowing his own life in the same fashion. In spite of
all the efforts, often successful, that have been made to throw light on
it, to bring forward a fresh document, or some obscure mention in a
forgotten book, to add some little fact, to fix a date more precisely, it
remains nevertheless full of uncertainty and of gaps. Besides, it has been
burdened and sullied by all kinds of wearisome stories and foolish
anecdotes, so that really there is more to weed out than to add.
This injustice, at first wilful, had its rise in the sixteenth century, in
the furious attacks of a monk of Fontevrault, Gabriel de Puy-Herbault, who
seems to have drawn his conclusions concerning the author from the book,
and, more especially, in the regrettable satirical epitaph of Ronsard,
piqued, it is said, that the Guises had given him only a little pavillon in
the Forest of Meudon, whereas the presbytery was close to the chateau.
From that time legend has fastened on Rabelais, has completely travestied
him, till, bit by bit, it has made of him a buffoon, a veritable clown, a
vagrant, a glutton, and a drunkard.
The likeness of his person has undergone a similar metamorphosis. He has
been credited with a full moon of a face, the rubicund nose of an
incorrigible toper, and thick coarse lips always apart because always
laughing. The picture would have surprised his friends no less than
himself. There have been portraits painted of Rabelais; I have seen many
such. They are all of the seventeenth century, and the greater number are
conceived in this jovial and popular style.
As a matter of fact there is only one portrait of him that counts, that has
more than the merest chance of being authentic, the one in the Chronologie
collee or coupee. Under this double name is known and cited a large sheet
divided by lines and cross lines into little squares, containing about a
hundred heads of illustrious Frenchmen. This sheet was stuck on pasteboard
for hanging on the wall, and was cut in little pieces, so that the
portraits might be sold separately. The majority of the portraits are of
known persons and can therefore be verified. Now it can be seen that these
have been selected with care, and taken from the most authentic sources;
from statues, busts, medals, even stained glass, for the persons of most
distinction, from earlier engravings for the others. Moreover, those of
which no other copies exist, and which are therefore the most valuable,
have each an individuality very distinct, in the features, the hair, the
beard, as well as in the costume. Not one of them is like another. There
has been no tampering with them, no forgery. On the contrary, there is in
each a difference, a very marked personality. Leonard Gaultier, who
published this engraving towards the end of the sixteenth century,
reproduced a great many portraits besides from chalk drawings, in the style
of his master, Thomas de Leu. It must have been such drawings that were
the originals of those portraits which he alone has issued, and which may
therefore be as authentic and reliable as the others whose correctness we
are in a position to verify.
Now Rabelais has here nothing of the Roger Bontemps of low degree about
him. His features are strong, vigorously cut, and furrowed with deep
wrinkles; his beard is short and scanty; his cheeks are thin and already
worn-looking. On his head he wears the square cap of the doctors and the
clerks, and his dominant expression, somewhat rigid and severe, is that of
a physician and a scholar. And this is the only portrait to which we need
attach any importance.
This is not the place for a detailed biography, nor for an exhaustive
study. At most this introduction will serve as a framework on which to fix
a few certain dates, to hang some general observations. The date of
Rabelais' birth is very doubtful. For long it was placed as far back as
1483: now scholars are disposed to put it forward to about 1495. The
reason, a good one, is that all those whom he has mentioned as his friends,
or in any real sense his contemporaries, were born at the very end of the
fifteenth century. And, indeed, it is in the references in his romance to
names, persons, and places, that the most certain and valuable evidence is
to be found of his intercourse, his patrons, his friendships, his
sojournings, and his travels: his own work is the best and richest mine in
which to search for the details of his life.
Like Descartes and Balzac, he was a native of Touraine, and Tours and
Chinon have only done their duty in each of them erecting in recent years a
statue to his honour, a twofold homage reflecting credit both on the
province and on the town. But the precise facts about his birth are
nevertheless vague. Huet speaks of the village of Benais, near Bourgeuil,
of whose vineyards Rabelais makes mention. As the little vineyard of La
Deviniere, near Chinon, and familiar to all his readers, is supposed to
have belonged to his father, Thomas Rabelais, some would have him born
there. It is better to hold to the earlier general opinion that Chinon was
his native town; Chinon, whose praises he sang with such heartiness and
affection. There he might well have been born in the Lamproie house, which
belonged to his father, who, to judge from this circumstance, must have
been in easy circumstances, with the position of a well-to-do citizen. As
La Lamproie in the seventeenth century was a hostelry, the father of
Rabelais has been set down as an innkeeper. More probably he was an
apothecary, which would fit in with the medical profession adopted by his
son in after years. Rabelais had brothers, all older than himself.
Perhaps because he was the youngest, his father destined him for the
Church.
The time he spent while a child with the Benedictine monks at Seuille is
uncertain. There he might have made the acquaintance of the prototype of
his Friar John, a brother of the name of Buinart, afterwards Prior of
Sermaize. He was longer at the Abbey of the Cordeliers at La Baumette,
half a mile from Angers, where he became a novice. As the brothers Du
Bellay, who were later his Maecenases, were then studying at the University
of Angers, where it is certain he was not a student, it is doubtless from
this youthful period that his acquaintance and alliance with them should
date. Voluntarily, or induced by his family, Rabelais now embraced the
ecclesiastical profession, and entered the monastery of the Franciscan
Cordeliers at Fontenay-le-Comte, in Lower Poitou, which was honoured by his
long sojourn at the vital period of his life when his powers were ripening.
There it was he began to study and to think, and there also began his
troubles.
In spite of the wide-spread ignorance among the monks of that age, the
encyclopaedic movement of the Renaissance was attracting all the lofty
minds. Rabelais threw himself into it with enthusiasm, and Latin antiquity
was not enough for him. Greek, a study discountenanced by the Church,
which looked on it as dangerous and tending to freethought and heresy, took
possession of him. To it he owed the warm friendship of Pierre Amy and of
the celebrated Guillaume Bude. In fact, the Greek letters of the latter
are the best source of information concerning this period of Rabelais'
life. It was at Fontenay-le-Comte also that he became acquainted with the
Brissons and the great jurist Andre Tiraqueau, whom he never mentions but
with admiration and deep affection. Tiraqueau's treatise, De legibus
connubialibus, published for the first time in 1513, has an important
bearing on the life of Rabelais. There we learn that, dissatisfied with
the incomplete translation of Herodotus by Laurent Valla, Rabelais had
retranslated into Latin the first book of the History. That translation
unfortunately is lost, as so many other of his scattered works. It is
probably in this direction that the hazard of fortune has most discoveries
and surprises in store for the lucky searcher. Moreover, as in this law
treatise Tiraqueau attacked women in a merciless fashion, President Amaury
Bouchard published in 1522 a book in their defence, and Rabelais, who was a
friend of both the antagonists, took the side of Tiraqueau. It should be
observed also in passing, that there are several pages of such audacious
plain-speaking, that Rabelais, though he did not copy these in his Marriage
of Panurge, has there been, in his own fashion, as out spoken as Tiraqueau.
If such freedom of language could be permitted in a grave treatise of law,
similar liberties were certainly, in the same century, more natural in a
book which was meant to amuse.
The great reproach always brought against Rabelais is not the want of
reserve of his language merely, but his occasional studied coarseness,
which is enough to spoil his whole work, and which lowers its value. La
Bruyere, in the chapter Des ouvrages de l'esprit, not in the first edition
of the Caracteres, but in the fifth, that is to say in 1690, at the end of
the great century, gives us on this subject his own opinion and that of his
age:
'Marot and Rabelais are inexcusable in their habit of scattering filth
about their writings. Both of them had genius enough and wit enough to do
without any such expedient, even for the amusement of those persons who
look more to the laugh to be got out of a book than to what is admirable in
it. Rabelais especially is incomprehensible. His book is an enigma,--one
may say inexplicable. It is a Chimera; it is like the face of a lovely
woman with the feet and the tail of a reptile, or of some creature still
more loathsome. It is a monstrous confusion of fine and rare morality with
filthy corruption. Where it is bad, it goes beyond the worst; it is the
delight of the basest of men. Where it is good, it reaches the exquisite,
the very best; it ministers to the most delicate tastes. '
Putting aside the rather slight connection established between two men of
whom one is of very little importance compared with the other, this is
otherwise very admirably said, and the judgment is a very just one, except
with regard to one point--the misunderstanding of the atmosphere in which
the book was created, and the ignoring of the examples of a similar
tendency furnished by literature as well as by the popular taste. Was it
not the Ancients that began it? Aristophanes, Catullus, Petronius,
Martial, flew in the face of decency in their ideas as well as in the words
they used, and they dragged after them in this direction not a few of the
Latin poets of the Renaissance, who believed themselves bound to imitate
them. Is Italy without fault in this respect? Her story-tellers in prose
lie open to easy accusation. Her Capitoli in verse go to incredible
lengths; and the astonishing success of Aretino must not be forgotten, nor
the licence of the whole Italian comic theatre of the sixteenth century.
The Calandra of Bibbiena, who was afterwards a Cardinal, and the Mandragola
of Machiavelli, are evidence enough, and these were played before Popes,
who were not a whit embarrassed. Even in England the drama went very far
for a time, and the comic authors of the reign of Charles II. , evidently
from a reaction, and to shake off the excess and the wearisomeness of
Puritan prudery and affectation, which sent them to the opposite extreme,
are not exactly noted for their reserve. But we need not go beyond France.
Slight indications, very easily verified, are all that may be set down
here; a formal and detailed proof would be altogether too dangerous.
Thus, for instance, the old Fabliaux--the Farces of the fifteenth century,
the story-tellers of the sixteenth--reveal one of the sides, one of the
veins, so to speak, of our literature. The art that addresses itself to
the eye had likewise its share of this coarseness. Think of the sculptures
on the capitals and the modillions of churches, and the crude frankness of
certain painted windows of the fifteenth century. Queen Anne was, without
any doubt, one of the most virtuous women in the world. Yet she used to go
up the staircase of her chateau at Blois, and her eyes were not offended at
seeing at the foot of a bracket a not very decent carving of a monk and a
nun. Neither did she tear out of her book of Hours the large miniature of
the winter month, in which, careless of her neighbours' eyes, the mistress
of the house, sitting before her great fireplace, warms herself in a
fashion which it is not advisable that dames of our age should imitate.
The statue of Cybele by the Tribolo, executed for Francis I. , and placed,
not against a wall, but in the middle of Queen Claude's chamber at
Fontainebleau, has behind it an attribute which would have been more in
place on a statue of Priapus, and which was the symbol of generativeness.
The tone of the conversations was ordinarily of a surprising coarseness,
and the Precieuses, in spite of their absurdities, did a very good work in
setting themselves in opposition to it. The worthy Chevalier de
La-Tour-Landry, in his Instructions to his own daughters, without a thought
of harm, gives examples which are singular indeed, and in Caxton's
translation these are not omitted. The Adevineaux Amoureux, printed at
Bruges by Colard Mansion, are astonishing indeed when one considers that
they were the little society diversions of the Duchesses of Burgundy and of
the great ladies of a court more luxurious and more refined than the French
court, which revelled in the Cent Nouvelles of good King Louis XI.
Rabelais' pleasantry about the woman folle a la messe is exactly in the
style of the Adevineaux.
A later work than any of his, the Novelle of Bandello, should be kept in
mind--for the writer was Bishop of Agen, and his work was translated into
French--as also the Dames Galantes of Brantome. Read the Journal of
Heroard, that honest doctor, who day by day wrote down the details
concerning the health of Louis XIII. from his birth, and you will
understand the tone of the conversation of Henry IV. The jokes at a
country wedding are trifles compared with this royal coarseness. Le Moyen
de Parvenir is nothing but a tissue and a mass of filth, and the too
celebrated Cabinet Satyrique proves what, under Louis XIII. , could be
written, printed, and read. The collection of songs formed by Clairambault
shows that the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries were no purer than the
sixteenth. Some of the most ribald songs are actually the work of
Princesses of the royal House.
It is, therefore, altogether unjust to make Rabelais the scapegoat, to
charge him alone with the sins of everybody else. He spoke as those of his
time used to speak; when amusing them he used their language to make
himself understood, and to slip in his asides, which without this sauce
would never have been accepted, would have found neither eyes nor ears.
Let us blame not him, therefore, but the manners of his time.
Besides, his gaiety, however coarse it may appear to us--and how rare a
thing is gaiety! --has, after all, nothing unwholesome about it; and this is
too often overlooked. Where does he tempt one to stray from duty? Where,
even indirectly, does he give pernicious advice? Whom has he led to evil
ways? Does he ever inspire feelings that breed misconduct and vice, or is
he ever the apologist of these? Many poets and romance writers, under
cover of a fastidious style, without one coarse expression, have been
really and actively hurtful; and of that it is impossible to accuse
Rabelais. Women in particular quickly revolt from him, and turn away
repulsed at once by the archaic form of the language and by the
outspokenness of the words. But if he be read aloud to them, omitting the
rougher parts and modernizing the pronunciation, it will be seen that they
too are impressed by his lively wit as by the loftiness of his thought. It
would be possible, too, to extract, for young persons, without
modification, admirable passages of incomparable force. But those who have
brought out expurgated editions of him, or who have thought to improve him
by trying to rewrite him in modern French, have been fools for their pains,
and their insulting attempts have had, and always will have, the success
they deserve.
His dedications prove to what extent his whole work was accepted. Not to
speak of his epistolary relations with Bude, with the Cardinal d'Armagnac
and with Pellissier, the ambassador of Francis I. and Bishop of Maguelonne,
or of his dedication to Tiraqueau of his Lyons edition of the Epistolae
Medicinales of Giovanni Manardi of Ferrara, of the one addressed to the
President Amaury Bouchard of the two legal texts which he believed antique,
there is still the evidence of his other and more important dedications.
In 1532 he dedicated his Hippocrates and his Galen to Geoffroy d'Estissac,
Bishop of Maillezais, to whom in 1535 and 1536 he addressed from Rome the
three news letters, which alone have been preserved; and in 1534 he
dedicated from Lyons his edition of the Latin book of Marliani on the
topography of Rome to Jean du Bellay (at that time Bishop of Paris) who was
raised to the Cardinalate in 1535. Beside these dedications we must set
the privilege of Francis I. of September, 1545, and the new privilege
granted by Henry II. on August 6th, 1550, Cardinal de Chatillon present,
for the third book, which was dedicated, in an eight-lined stanza, to the
Spirit of the Queen of Navarre. These privileges, from the praises and
eulogies they express in terms very personal and very exceptional, are as
important in Rabelais' life as were, in connection with other matters, the
Apostolic Pastorals in his favour. Of course, in these the popes had not
to introduce his books of diversions, which, nevertheless, would have
seemed in their eyes but very venial sins. The Sciomachie of 1549, an
account of the festivities arranged at Rome by Cardinal du Bellay in honour
of the birth of the second son of Henry II. , was addressed to Cardinal de
Guise, and in 1552 the fourth book was dedicated, in a new prologue, to
Cardinal de Chatillon, the brother of Admiral de Coligny.
These are no unknown or insignificant personages, but the greatest lords
and princes of the Church. They loved and admired and protected Rabelais,
and put no restrictions in his way. Why should we be more fastidious and
severe than they were? Their high contemporary appreciation gives much
food for thought.
There are few translations of Rabelais in foreign tongues; and certainly
the task is no light one, and demands more than a familiarity with ordinary
French. It would have been easier in Italy than anywhere else. Italian,
from its flexibility and its analogy to French, would have lent itself
admirably to the purpose; the instrument was ready, but the hand was not
forthcoming. Neither is there any Spanish translation, a fact which can be
more easily understood. The Inquisition would have been a far more serious
opponent than the Paris' Sorbonne, and no one ventured on the experiment.
Yet Rabelais forces comparison with Cervantes, whose precursor he was in
reality, though the two books and the two minds are very different. They
have only one point in common, their attack and ridicule of the romances of
chivalry and of the wildly improbable adventures of knight-errants.
