“One hundred florins, in advance or otherwise,” answered Ulenspiegel.
“Here they are in advance,” said the landgrave.
“Kind and good lord,” replied Ulenspiegel, “you put oil in my lamp, it shall burn in your honour.”
The next day he asked the landgrave to cause to pass before him all those for whom he reserved the honour of figuring in the portraiture.
Came then the Duke of Lunebourg, the commander of the lansquenets in the landgrave’s service. This was a big heavy man, carrying with difficulty his paunch swollen with victuals. He drew near Ulenspiegel and whispered a word in his ear:
“If you do not, in making my portrait, take away half my fat, I shall have you hanged by my troopers.”
The duke passed on.
And then a noble lady, the which had a hump on her back and a bosom as flat as the blade of an executioner’s glaive:
“Messire painter,” said she, “if you do not give me two humps for the one that you shall take away, and do not put them in front, I shall have you quartered as a poisoner.”
The lady passed on.