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"Oh!" said the king, "I really suffer greatly,in my ear and fiery rakes rack un to feel of his pulse with a knowing air

"Look, Coppenole," said Rym, in a low voice "Behold him between Coictier and Tristan They are his whole court A physician for hi's pulse, Coictier assureater alarrew visibly 's bad health He speculated on it to the best of his ability

"Oh! oh!" he th, "this is serious indeed"

"Is it not?" said the king, uneasily

"~Pulsus creber, anhelans, crepitans, irregularis~," continued the leech

"~Pasque-Dieu~!"

"This may carry off its"And the re upon that, sire"

He rimace, and in the very midst of these affectations,-"Pardieu, sire," he suddenly said, "I atives vacant, and that I have a nephew"

"I give the receivership to your nephew, Gossip Jacques," replied the king; "but draw this fire from my breast"

"Since your majesty is so clement," replied the leech, "you will not refuse to aid

"I am at the end of my finances," pursued the doctor; and it would really be a pity that the house should not have a roof; not on account of the house, which is sis of Jehan Fourbault, which adorn its wainscoating There is a Diana flying in the air, but so excellent, so tender, so delicate, of so ingenuous an action, her hair so well coiffed and adorned with a crescent, her flesh so white, that she leads into teard her too curiously There is also a Ceres She is another very fair divinity She is seated on sheaves of wheat and croith a gallant garland of wheat ears interlaced with salsify and other flowers Never were seen more aracefully flowing skirt She is one of the most innocent and most perfect beauties whoru at?"

"I h 'tis but a small matter, I have no more money"