Je chante nuit et jour;
Je suis la fille-folle,
La vendeuse d’amour.
As she sang this song La Gilline looked so beautiful, so soft and fragrant, that all the men, the constables and the butchers, Lamme and Ulenspiegel himself, sat smiling there, quite melted and overcome by her charm.
All at once La Gilline gave a loud laugh and fixed her gaze on Ulenspiegel:
“And it’s thus that the birds are caged,” she said. And the spell of her charm was broken.
Ulenspiegel, Lamme, and the butchers looked at one another.
“Well now,” said La Stevenyne, “are you going to pay the bill, my Lord Ulenspiegel?”
“We shall pay nothing in advance,” said he.
“Then I shall pay myself later on—out of your inheritance,” said La Stevenyne. After that: