Ulenspiegel was there with his good sword.
The Egyptian said to him in High German:
“Gibt mi ghelt, ein Richsthaler auf tsein.” (Give me money, a ricksdaelder or ten.)
“See,” said Ulenspiegel, “the girl goes away laughing loudly and even turning round to ask to be followed.”
“Gibt mi ghelt,” said the man. “Pay for your amours. We are poor folk and wish you no harm.”
“What trade dost thou follow?” said Ulenspiegel.
“All trades,” replied the Egyptian: “being master of arts in suppleness, we do miraculous and magic tricks. We play on the tambourine and dance Hungarian dances. More than one among us make cages and gridirons to roast fine carbonadoes therewith. But all, Flemings and Walloons, are feared of us and drive us forth. As we cannot live by trade, we live by marauding, that is to say, on vegetables, meat, and poultry that we must needs take from the peasant, since he will neither give nor sell them to us.”
Lamme said to him:
“Whence comes this girl, who is so like to my wife?”