“Monseigneur,” said Ulenspiegel, speaking to the Prince, “nothing presses, believe me; first should this stick be dried and seasoned, for they say that green wood entering living flesh imparts to it a deadly venom. Would Your Highness wish to see me die of this foul death? Monseigneur, I hold my faithful back at Your Highness’ service; have it beaten with rods, lashed with the whip; but, if you would not see me dead, spare me, if it please you, the green wood.”
“Prince, give him grace,” said Messire de Hoogstraeten and Dieterich de Schooenbergh. The others smiled pityingly.
Lamme also said:
“Monseigneur, Monseigneur, show grace; green wood it is pure poison.”
The Prince then said: “I pardon him.”
Ulenspiegel, leaping several times high in air, struck on Lamme’s belly and forced him to dance, saying:
“Praise Monseigneur with me, who saved me from the green wood.”
And Lamme tried to dance, but could not, because of his belly.
And Ulenspiegel treated him to both eating and drinking.