towards the town?"

"He is on his way, no doubt, to seek a lodging in the Rue
Thibautodé?"* cried Jehan du M. Moulin.


* ~Thibaut au des~,--Thibaut of the dice.


The entire band repeated this quip in a voice of thunder,
clapping their hands furiously.

"You are going to seek a lodging in the Rue Thibautodé,
are you not, monsieur le recteur, gamester on the side of the
devil?"

Then came the turns of the other dignitaries.

"Down with the beadles! down with the mace-bearers!"

"Tell me, Robin Pouissepain, who is that yonder?"

"He is Gilbert de Suilly, ~Gilbertus de Soliaco~, the chancellor
of the College of Autun."

"Hold on, here's my shoe; you are better placed than I,
fling it in his face."

"~Saturnalitias mittimus ecce nuces~."