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CHAP. XLIX. How Picrochole in his flight fell into great Misfortunes, and what Gar∣gantua did after the Battle.
PIcrochole, thus in despair, fled towards the Bouchard Island, and in the way to Rivere his Horse stumbled and fell down, whereat he was on a sudden so incensed, that he with his Sword, without more ado, killed him in his Choler. Then not finding any other whereon to remount, he was about to have taken an Ass at the Mill that was there∣by; but the Millers Men did so baste his Bones, and so soundly bethwack'd him, that they made him both black and blew with strokes; then striping him of all his Clothes, gave him a scurvy old Canvas Jacket where∣with to cover his Nakedness. Thus went a∣long this poor choleric Wretch, who passing the Water at Porthuaux, and relating his mis∣adventurous Disasters, was foretold by an old Lourpidon Hag, that his Kingdom should be restored to him at the coming of the Cock∣licranes. What is become of him since we cannot certainly tell; yet was I told that he is now a Porter at Lyons, as testy and cho∣relic as ever, and always with great Lamen∣tation enquiring at all strangers of the com∣ing