"You will have there," said Claes, "a stout husband with a big mouth, a hollow belly, and a long tongue, turning florins into liards and never a half-penny for his work, always loafing about and measuring the highways with the ell wand of vagabondage."
-Senar ederra batuko duzu-esan zuen Claesek-, aho-handi, tripa-zaku, mihi-luze, florinak patard bihurtzen azkarra, bere lanaz sosik batzeko gauza eza, betiere alferkeriaren kanarekin estrata leuntzen eta bideak neurtzen ibiliko dena.