The baes, seized with fear, cut open Ulenspiegel’s hat with a knife. But instead of the carolus, he found nothing in it between the felt and the lining but worthless copper counters.
Raging then against the Smaedelyke broeders he said to them:
“Brothers of roguery, ye shall not stir out of here save leaving behind all your clothes except only your shirts.”
And they had every man to strip off his clothes to pay his shot.
In this fashion they went in their shirts over hill and dale, for they would by no means sell their horse nor their cart.
And all that beheld them in so pitiable a plight, gave them freely bread to eat, beer, and sometimes meat; for everywhere they told the tale how they had been despoiled by robbers.
And among the lot they had but one pair of breeches.
And thus they came back to Sluys in their shirts, dancing in their cart and playing the rommel-pot.