[…] “Swine is good Saxon […] but how call you the sow when she is flayed, and drawn and quartered, and hung up by the heels like a traitor?” “Pork”, answered the swine-herd, “I am very glad every fool knows that too”, said Wamba, “and pork, I think, is good Norman-French, and so when the brute lives […] she goes by her Saxon name; but becomes a Norman and is called pork, when she is carried to the Castle-hall to feast among the nobles” […] “there is old Alderman Ox continues to hold his Saxon epithet, while he is under the charge of serfs […] but becomes Beef, a fiery French gallant, when he arrives before the worshipful jaws that are destined to consume him. Mynheer Calf, too, becomes Monsieur de Veau in the like manner he is Saxon when he requires tenance, and takes a Norman name, when he becomes a matter of enjoyment.