Chapter 4.L.

How Homenas showed us the archetype, or representation of a pope.

Mass being mumbled over, Homenas took a huge bundle of keys out of a trunk

near the head altar, and put thirty-two of them into so many keyholes; put

back so many springs; then with fourteen more mastered so many padlocks,

and at last opened an iron window strongly barred above the said altar.

This being done, in token of great mystery he covered himself with wet

sackcloth, and drawing a curtain of crimson satin, showed us an image

daubed over, coarsely enough, to my thinking; then he touched it with a

pretty long stick, and made us all kiss the part of the stick that had

touched the image. After this he said unto us, What think you of this

image? It is the likeness of a pope, answered Pantagruel; I know it by the

triple crown, his furred amice, his rochet, and his slipper. You are in

the right, said Homenas; it is the idea of that same good god on earth

whose coming we devoutly await, and whom we hope one day to see in this

country. O happy, wished-for, and much-expected day! and happy, most happy

you, whose propitious stars have so favoured you as to let you see the

living and real face of this good god on earth! by the single sight of

whose picture we obtain full remission of all the sins which we remember

that we have committed, as also a third part and eighteen quarantaines of

the sins which we have forgot; and indeed we only see it on high annual

holidays.

This caused Pantagruel to say that it was a work like those which Daedalus

used to make, since, though it were deformed and ill drawn, nevertheless

some divine energy, in point of pardons, lay hid and concealed in it.

Thus, said Friar John, at Seuille, the rascally beggars being one evening

on a solemn holiday at supper in the spital, one bragged of having got six

blancs, or twopence halfpenny; another eight liards, or twopence; a third,

seven caroluses, or sixpence; but an old mumper made his vaunts of having

got three testons, or five shillings. Ah, but, cried his comrades, thou

hast a leg of God; as if, continued Friar John, some divine virtue could

lie hid in a stinking ulcerated rotten shank. Pray, said Pantagruel, when

you are for telling us some such nauseous tale, be so kind as not to forget

to provide a basin, Friar John; I’ll assure you, I had much ado to forbear

bringing up my breakfast. Fie! I wonder a man of your coat is not ashamed

to use thus the sacred name of God in speaking of things so filthy and

abominable! fie, I say. If among your monking tribes such an abuse of

words is allowed, I beseech you leave it there, and do not let it come out

of the cloisters. Physicians, said Epistemon, thus attribute a kind of

divinity to some diseases. Nero also extolled mushrooms, and, in a Greek

proverb, termed them divine food, because with them he had poisoned

Claudius his predecessor. But methinks, gentlemen, this same picture is

not over-like our late popes. For I have seen them, not with their

pallium, amice, or rochet on, but with helmets on their heads, more like

the top of a Persian turban; and while the Christian commonwealth was in

peace, they alone were most furiously and cruelly making war. This must

have been then, returned Homenas, against the rebellious, heretical

Protestants; reprobates who are disobedient to the holiness of this good

god on earth. ‘Tis not only lawful for him to do so, but it is enjoined

him by the sacred decretals; and if any dare transgress one single iota

against their commands, whether they be emperors, kings, dukes, princes, or

commonwealths, he is immediately to pursue them with fire and sword, strip

them of all their goods, take their kingdoms from them, proscribe them,

anathematize them, and destroy not only their bodies, those of their

children, relations, and others, but damn also their souls to the very

bottom of the most hot and burning cauldron in hell. Here, in the devil’s

name, said Panurge, the people are no heretics; such as was our

Raminagrobis, and as they are in Germany and England. You are Christians

of the best edition, all picked and culled, for aught I see. Ay, marry are

we, returned Homenas, and for that reason we shall all be saved. Now let

us go and bless ourselves with holy water, and then to dinner.

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