“Do not believe her, ’tis half a wild girl and quarter of two she-devils. Her carnal tricks have already bespoken for her in hell a place on a mattress to fondle Beelzebub.”
“Evil mocker,” said the cook, “if your hairs were horsehair I would not have them even to walk on them.”
“For my part,” said Ulenspiegel, “I would like to eat all your hair.”
“Golden tongue,” said the dame, “must you have them all?”
“No,” replied Ulenspiegel, “a thousand would suffice me melted down into one like you.”
The dame said to him:
“Drink first a quart of bruinbier, eat a piece of ham, cut deep into this leg of mutton, disembowel me this pie, swallow me this salad.”
Ulenspiegel joined his hands.
“Ham,” said he, “is a good meat; bruinbier, heavenly beer; leg of mutton, divine flesh; a pie that one disembowels makes one’s tongue tremble with pleasure in the mouth; a fat salad is princely swallowing. But blessed will he be to whom you will give to sup on your beauty.”
“See how he rattles on,” said she. “Eat first of all, vagabond!”