“If I were to give this beggar’s spawn a dressing with my scabbard, he would stop making this impudent hubbub.”
Ulenspiegel looked at the seneschal, called him Jan Papzak, because of his belly, and continued to blow his bagpipe. The seneschal went up to him with a threatening fist, but Bibulus Schnouffius threw himself on the man and bit him in the leg, and the seneschal tumbled down in affright crying out:
“Help!”
The dame said to Ulenspiegel, smiling:
“Could you not tell me, bagpiper, if the road that runs from Damme to Dudzeele has not been changed?”
Ulenspiegel, without stopping his playing, nodded his head and looked still at the dame.
“Why do you look so steadily at me?” she asked.
But he, still playing, stretched his eyes wide as though rapt in an ecstasy of admiration.
She said to him:
“Are you not ashamed, young as you are, to stare at ladies so?”