JEPPE. You scoundrel! You shall soon find out what sort of people you're talking to. Take off your cap, for you're no more than carrion compared to the likes of me.
JACOB. I wouldn't stand such words from any one else, Jeppe, but as you bring the house a good penny a day, I don't mind it so much.
JEPPE. Take off your cap, I say, you cobbler!
JACOB. What's happened to you on the way to make you so lofty?
JEPPE. I would have you know that I've been hanged since I saw you last.
JACOB. There's nothing so splendid about that. I don't grudge you your luck. But listen, Jeppe: where you drink your liquor, there you pour out the dregs; you have gone and got full somewhere else, and now you come here to do your brawling.
JEPPE. Quick, take off your cap, scoundrel! Don't you hear what jingles in my pocket?
JACOB (his cap under his arm). Heavens, man, where did you get the money?
JEPPE. From my barony, Jacob. I will tell you all that's happened to me; but get me a glass of mead, for I'm much too high and mighty to drink Danish brandy.
JACOB. Your health, Jeppe!