In all reason, quoth the king----she will christen him _Francis_, or _Henry_, or _Lewis_, or some name that she knows will be agreeable to us. Your majesty is deceived, replied the minister ----I have this hour received a dispatch from our resident, with the determination of the republick on that point also. ----And what name has the republick fixed upon for the Dauphin? ----_Shadrach_, _Meshech_, _Abed-nego_, replied the minister. --By Saint _Peter’s_ girdle, I will have nothing to do with the _Swiss_, cried _Francis_ the First, pulling up his breeches and walking hastily across the floor. Your majesty, replied the minister calmly, cannot bring yourself off. We’ll pay them in money------said the king. Sire, there are not sixty thousand crowns in the treasury, answered the minister. ----I’ll pawn the best jewel in my crown, quoth _Francis_ the First. Your honour stands pawn’d already in this matter, answered Monsieur _le Premier_. Then, Mons. _le Premier_, said the king, by------we’ll go to war with ’em. [Footnote 4.9: Vide Menagiana, Vol. I.] CHAPTER XXII Albeit, gentle reader, I have lusted earnestly, and endeavoured carefully (according to the measure of such a slender skill as God has vouchsafed me, and as convenient leisure from other occasions of needful profit and healthful pastime have permitted) that these little books which I here put into thy hands, might stand instead of many bigger books--yet have I carried myself towards thee in such fanciful guise of careless disport, that right sore am I ashamed now to intreat thy lenity seriously------in beseeching thee to believe it of me, that in the story of my father and his christian-names --I have no thoughts of treading upon _Francis_ the First----nor in the affair of the nose--upon _Francis_ the Ninth--nor in the character of my uncle _Toby_----of characterizing the militiating spirits of my country--the wound upon his groin, is a wound to every comparison of that kind--nor by _Trim_--that I meant the duke of _Ormond_----or that my book is wrote against predestination, or free-will, or taxes --If ’tis wrote against any thing, ----’tis wrote, an’ please your worships, against the spleen! in order, by a more frequent and a more convulsive elevation and depression of the diaphragm, and the succussations of the intercostal and abdominal muscles in laughter, to drive the _gall_ and other _bitter juices_ from the gallbladder, liver, and sweet-bread of his majesty’s subjects, with all the inimicitious passions which belong to them, down into their duodenums. CHAPTER XXIII