“The fat hare wants me to renounce good wine, cervoise ale, and the fresh skin of women.”
The girl looked at him with an ugly eye.
“Your breath is short; you must rest,” said she.
“Rest myself? I see no shelter,” replied Ulenspiegel.
“Your virtue,” said the girl, “will serve for a quilt.”
“I like your petticoat better,” said he.
“My petticoat,” said the girl, “would not be worthy to cover a saint such as you would fain be. Take yourself off that I may run alone.”
“Do you not know,” replied Ulenspiegel, “that a dog goes swifter with four feet than a man with two? And so, having four feet, we shall run better.”
“You have a lively tongue for a virtuous man.”
“Aye,” said he.