Ulenspiegel watched him doing so, and said:
“This ham doth me great good in my stomach.”
“To me also,” said Lamme, picking his teeth with his nails. “But I shall never again see my darling; she has fled from Damme; would you seek her with me in my cart?”
“I will,” replied Ulenspiegel.
“But,” said Lamme, “is there nothing at all left in the flask?”
“Nothing at all,” answered Ulenspiegel.
And they got up into the cart, drawn by the donkey, who sounded in melancholy wise the bray of departure.
As for the dog, he had gone off, well fed and filled, without saying a word.