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But the usher's brutal oire breathed freely once more; the actors continued bravely But Master Coppenole, the hosier, oire was forced to listen to hi aboeois and squires of Paris, I don't know, cross of God! e are doing here I certainly do see yonder in the corner on that stage, so I don't knohether that is what you call a "ues and nothingfor the first blow this quarter of an hour; nothing comes; they are cowards who only scratch each other with insults You ought to send for the fighters of London or Rotterdam; and, I can tell you! you would have had blows of the fist that could be heard in the Place; but these ive us a moorish dance, or some other mummer! That is not as told me; I was promised a feast of fools, with the election of a pope We have our pope of fools at Ghent also; we're not behindhand in that, cross of God! But this is the e e it; we collect a crowd like this one here, then each person in turn passes his head through a hole, and liest, is elected pope by general accla Would you like to make your pope after the fashion of my country? At all events, it will be less wearisome than to listen to chatterers If they wish to coh the hole, they can join the gah grotesque speci in Flely in countenance to hope for a fine grinning oire would have liked to retort; stupefaction, rage, indignation, deprived hiestion of the popular hosier was received with such enthusias called "squires," that all resistance was useless There was nothing to be done but to allow one's self to drift with the torrent Gringoire hid his face between his two hands, not being so fortunate as to have a amemnon of Timantis