But the populace would not give ear to them.
The unknown kept shouting:
“Sack and turn out! Sack Brabant for the good Duke! To the river with wooden saints! They swim better than fishes!”
Ulenspiegel, still in the pulpit, cried in vain:
“Signorkes and pagaders do not suffer pillage! Do not call down ruin upon the town!”
He was plucked away from there all torn, face, doublet, and breeches, though he avenged himself with both feet and hands. And all bleeding he never ceased to cry out:
“Do not suffer pillage!”
But it was in vain.
The unknown and the ragtag and bobtail of the city flung themselves on the iron grille of the choir, which they broke through, crying:
“Long live the Beggar!”