, to seek a lodging in the Rue Thibautode?"*
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 Thibautode, 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_."

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

"Are those the theologians? I thought they were the white geese given by
Sainte-Genevieve 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-Genevieve! 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-Genevieve!"

"Ho he! Master Joachim de Ladehors! Ho he! 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_!"

"Hola he! 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-Genevieve!"

"To the deuce with the whole set of canons!"

"Abbe 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?"

"Comrades! Master Simon Sanguin, the Elector of Picardy, with his wife
on the crupper!"

"_Post equitem seclet atra eura_--behind the horseman