Your feckless sweetheart I have seen;
And a glutton rides with him, like pig in sty—
I have seen him pass by.
“Tyl,” said Lamme, “you have a wry tongue in your cheek this morning!”
But Tyl put his head out of a hole in the hood:
“Nele, don’t you know me?” he said.
And Nele, for it was none other than she herself, was filled with fear, crying and laughing all at the same time, and her cheeks were wet as she answered him:
“I see you, and I know you, you wretch, you traitor!”
“Nele,” said Ulenspiegel, “if you want to give me a beating, you will find a stick in the cart here. It is heavy enough in all conscience, and knotted so that it will leave its mark right enough.”