“Husband Claes,” said Soetkin, “you are preaching to deaf ears; come, drink, my son.”
And the mother offered the newly born nature’s goodly flagons.
II
While Ulenspiegel drank of them, and called for no cup, all the birds in the countryside awoke.
Claes, who was binding faggots, looked upon his wife as she gave the breast to Ulenspiegel.
“Wife,” said he, “have you laid up store of this good milk?”
“The jars are full,” said she, “but that is not enough for my content.”
“You speak piteously of so great a joy.”
“’Tis in my mind,” said she, “that in the wallet you see hanging by the wall there is not one poor patard.”