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And he pointed to us; whereupon the King asked him whether he meant the damsels or the posies. But the jester, rolling on his nag after a merry fashion, till the bells in his cap rang again, answered him: "Nay, Nunkey, would you tempt a Christian to walk on the ice?
What-d'you-call'im, cannot afford to spend seven or eight hundred a year on his dinner alone." "Bah!" he said. "Nunkey pays for all, as you say. I will what you call stant the dinner, if you are SO POOR!" and again he gave that disagreeable grin, and placed an odious crooked-nailed and by no means clean finger to his nose.
You, Nunkey, shall be turned into a butterfly, and not into a drone, and grace the flowers as you flutter round them." And he waved his arms as they were wings and rode round about us on his pony with right merry demeanor, like a moth fluttering over us.
I could see that they gazed upon us graciously, and heard them speak together in a language I knew not; and Porro, the King's fool and I say the King's, inasmuch as it was not till later that Sigismund was crowned Emperor at Rome, and by the same token it was at that time that my Hans' brothers, Paul and Erhart, were dubbed Knights Porro, who rode at his lord's side on a piebald pony spotted black and yellow, cried out: "May we all be turned into drones, Nunkey, if the flowers which have given this town the name of the Bee-garden are not of the same kith and kin as these!"
Udal was suddenly on his feet with the long pasty-knife held back among the furs of his gown. 'Ignoble ... he began, but he lost his words in his trembling rage. The printer snatched at his long measuring stick. 'Down knife, he grunted, for his fury, too, made his throat catch. 'Have a care, nunkey, the young man laughed at the pair of them. 'They teach knife-thrusts in his Italian books.
You, Nunkey, shall be turned into a butterfly, and not into a drone, and grace the flowers as you flutter round them." And he waved his arms as they were wings and rode round about us on his pony with right merry demeanor, like a moth fluttering over us.
And he pointed to us; whereupon the King asked him whether he meant the damsels or the posies. But the jester, rolling on his nag after a merry fashion, till the bells in his cap rang again, answered him: "Nay, Nunkey, would you tempt a Christian to walk on the ice?
I could see that they gazed upon us graciously, and heard them speak together in a language I knew not; and Porro, the King's fool and I say the King's, inasmuch as it was not till later that Sigismund was crowned Emperor at Rome, and by the same token it was at that time that my Hans' brothers, Paul and Erhart, were dubbed Knights Porro, who rode at his lord's side on a piebald pony spotted black and yellow, cried out: "May we all be turned into drones, Nunkey, if the flowers which have given this town the name of the Bee-garden are not of the same kith and kin as these!"
You, Nunkey, shall be turned into a butterfly, and not into a drone, and grace the flowers as you flutter round them." And he waved his arms as they were wings and rode round about us on his pony with right merry demeanor, like a moth fluttering over us.
Whatd'you-call'im, cannot afford to spend seven or eight hundred a year on his dinner alone." "Bah!" he said. "Nunkey pays for all, as you say. I will what you call stant the dinner, if you are SO POOR!" and again he gave that disagreeable grin, and placed an odious crook-nailed and by no means clean finger to his nose.
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