Have your women folk votes?--Pan.: Bosh!

Have ye got religion?--Pan.: How?

Do you go about the streets at night, brawling, blowing a trumpet
before you, and making long prayers?--Pan.: Nay!

Have you manhood suffrage?--Pan.: Eh?

Is Jack as good as his master?--Pan.: Nay!

Have you joined the Arbitration Society?--Pan.: Quoy?

Will you let another kick you, and will you ask his neighbour if you
deserve the same?--Pan.: Nay!

Do you eat what you list?--Pan.: Ay!

Do you drink when you are athirst?--Pan.: Ay!

Are you governed by the free expression of the popular will?--Pan.:
How?

Are you servants of priests, pulpits, and penny papers?--Pan.: NO!

Now, when they heard these answers of Pantagruel they all fell, some
a weeping, some a praying, some a swearing, some an arbitrating,
some a lecturing, some a caucussing, some a preaching, some a faith-
healing, some a miracle-working, some a hypnotising, some a writing
to the daily press; and while they were thus busy, like folk