"Down with the six theologians, with their white surplices!"

"Are those the theologians? I thought they were the
white geese given by Sainte-Geneviève to the city, for the
fief of Roogny."

"Down with the doctors!"

"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!"