“I am Ulenspiegel.”
“Art thou rich?”
“Enough to pay for a great pleasure, not enough to ransom my soul.”
“Hast thou no horses, that thou goest afoot?”
“I had an ass,” said Ulenspiegel, “but I left him in the stable.”
“How is it thou art alone, without a friend, in a strange city?”
“Because my friend is wandering on his own side, as I am on mine, my curious darling.”
“I am not curious,” said she. “Is he rich, your friend?”
“In fat,” said Ulenspiegel. “Will you soon have finished questioning me?”
“I have done,” said she, “now leave me.”