“No,” said she, defending herself from him.
“Ah!” he sighed, pursuing her, “your skin is like cream, your hair like pheasant roasted golden on the spit, your lips like cherries! Is there any woman more dainty than you?”
“It becomes you well, nasty ruffian,” said she, smiling, “to come still demanding six florins from me. Be happy that I have fed you gratis and asked you for nothing.”
“If you only knew,” said Ulenspiegel, “how much space there is still!”
“Go!” said the hostess, “before my husband comes.”
“I will be a lenient creditor,” replied Ulenspiegel; “give me just one florin for future thirst.”
“Here,” said she, “bad boy.”
And she gave it to him.
“Will you kindly go away?” said she.
“To go kindly would be to go to you, my dear, but it is going unkindly to leave your beauteous eyes. If you would deign to keep me with you I should eat no more than but a florin every day.”