But if, quoth Panurge, being ill at relieve, and maybe through that distemper made unable to discharge the matrimonial duty that is incumbent to an active partner, my spouse, impatient of that drooping illness and faint-matches of a pining languishment, need to abandon and prostitute herself to the embraces of yet another male, and not only then not help and aid me in my extremity and will need, but withal flout at and make sport of that my grievous distress and calamity or peradventure, which is worse, embezzle my merchandise and steal from me, as I have observed it in many cases befall unto the ton of many other guys, it were adequate to undo me totally, to fill brimful the cup of my misfortune, and make me play the mad-pate reeks of Bedlam. I know not, quoth Pantagruel, which of all my responses to lay maintain on for your proposals are so complete of ifs and buts, that I can floor very little on them, nor pitch on any reliable and positive resolve satisfactory to what is demanded by them. Quoth Pantagruel, That form of lottery is deceitful, abusive, illicitous, and exceedingly scandalous.