"And we will kill this traitor Death, I say! Away with him as he has made away with all our friends.Gods dignity! Tonight!"
"I heard you mention, just a moment gone, a certain traitor Death who singles out and kills the fine young fellows hereabout. And you're his spy, by God!"
"My holy pardon frees you all from this, provided that you make the right approaches, that is with sterling, rings, or silver broaches. Bow down your heads under my holy bull! Come on you women, offer up your wool!"
"At once the three young rioters began to run, and reached the tree, and there they found a pile of golden florins on the ground."
" And on he ran, he had no thought to tarry, came to the town, found an apothecary and said " Sell me some poison if you will, i have a lot of rats I want to kill..."
'when he comes back, get up in fun to have a wrestle; then, ill up and put my dagger through his back..."
" Exactly in the way they'd planned his death they fell on him and slew him, two to one..." " now for a drink, sit down and let's be merry...He took a bottle full of poion and drank; and his companion, nothing loth, drank from it also, and they perished both."