The young man to whom he spoke went up to him, to beat him, but Ulenspiegel, gripping him by the collar:
“If you strike me,” said he, “I will make you spew out your tongue.”
Then turning towards certain men of Antwerp that were present:
“Signorkes and pagaders,” said he, pointing out the ragged young men, “be cautious, these are spurious Flemings, traitors paid to bring us to ill, to misery, and to ruin.”
Then speaking to the strangers:
“Hey,” said he, “donkey faces, withered with want, whence have ye the money that chinks to-day in your pouches? Have ye perchance sold your skins beforehand for drumheads?”
“Look at the sermonizer!” said the strangers.
Then they all began to shout together with one accord speaking of Our Lady:
“Mieke has a fine robe. Mieke has a fine crown! I will give them to my doxy.”
They went away, while one of them had got up into a pulpit to proclaim insulting and outrageous things from it, and they came back crying: