As _Francis_ the first of _France_ was one winterly night warming himself over the embers of a wood fire, and talking with his first minister of sundry things for the good of the state[4.9] --It would not be amiss, said the king, stirring up the embers with his cane, if this good understanding betwixt ourselves and _Switzerland_ was a little strengthened. --There is no end, Sire, replied the minister, in giving money to these people--they would swallow up the treasury of _France_. --Poo! poo! answered the king--there are more ways, Mons. _le Premier_, of bribing states, besides that of giving money --I'll pay _Switzerland_ the honour of standing godfather for my next child. ----Your majesty, said the minister, in so doing, would have all the grammarians in _Europe_ upon your back; ----_Switzerland_, as a republick, being a female, can in no construction be godfather. --She may be godmother, replied _Francis_ hastily--so announce my intentions by a courier to-morrow morning.
I am astonished, said _Francis_ the First, (that day fortnight) speaking to his minister as he entered the closet, that we have had no answer from _Switzerland_. ----Sire, I wait upon you this moment, said Mons. _le Premier_, to lay before you my dispatches upon that business. --They take it kindly, said the king. --They do, Sire, replied the minister, and have the highest sense of the honour your majesty has done them----but the republick, as godmother, claims her right, in this case, of naming the child.
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.]
As Francis the first of France was one winterly night warming himself over the fire, and talking with his first minister -
'It would not be amiss,' said the king, stirring up the embers with his cane, 'if this good understanding betwixt ourselves and Switzerland was strengthened.'
'There is no end in giving money to them, Sire,' replied the minister; 'they would swallow up the treasury of France.'
'Poo! poo!' answered the king. 'There are more ways of bribing states than giving money. I'll pay Switzerland the honour of being godfather to my next child.'
'Your majesty,' said the minister, 'you'd have all the grammarians in Europe upon your back; Switzerland, as a republic, being female, cannot be a godfather.'
'She may be godmother,' replied Francis - 'so announce my intentions by a courier tomorrow.'
'I am astonished,' said Francis a fortnight later, to his minister, 'that we have had no answer from Switzerland.'
'Sire, I have this moment brought you their reply.'
'They take it kindly?' said the king.
'They do, Sire, and have the highest sense of the honour your majesty has done them - but the republic, as godmother, claims her right of naming the child.'
'Probably,' quoth the king, 'she will christen him Francis, or Henry, or some name that she knows will be agreeable to us.'
'Your majesty is deceived,' replied the minister. 'I have received a message from our ambassador, with the republic's decision on that point.'
'And what name has the republic fixed upon for the prince?'
'Shadrach, Meshech, Abed-nego,' replied the minister.
'By Saint Peter's girdle, I will have nothing to do with the Swiss,' cried Francis. 'We'll pay them off.'
'Sire, there are not sixty thousand crowns in the treasury.'
'I'll pawn the best jewel in my crown,' quoth Francis.
'Your honour stands pawned already in this matter.'
'Then, Monsieur,' said the king, 'by ___, we'll go to war with 'em.'
Book 4 - Chapter 21