“Let us feel,” cried they all with one accord. And sighing they felt in it between their fingers large coins of the size and dimensions of gold carolus. But one among them handled it so lovingly that Ulenspiegel took it back, saying:
“Impetuous dairy man, you must learn to await the milking hour.”
“Give me the half of your hat,” said the Smaedelyke broeders.
“Nay,” answered Ulenspiegel, “I don’t want you to have a madman’s brain, one half in the shade and the other in the sun.”
Then giving his headgear over to the baes:
“You,” said he, “do you keep it in any case, for it is hot. For my part, I am going out to ease me.”
He went, and the host took charge of the hat.
Presently he left the inn, went to the peasant’s cottage, got up upon his ass, and went off full speed along the road that leads to Embden.
The Smaedelyke broeders, not seeing him come back, said one to another:
“Has he gone? Who will pay the charges?”