Prick up your ears, Crooklegs! If my 'most noble' cloak, and Herr Wilhelm's too, are not hanging in their old places before I count twenty, something will happen here that won't suit you.

One-two-three--" The landlord cast a timid, questioning glance at the nobleman, and as the latter shrugged his shoulders and said audibly: "There is probably room for more than two cloaks at the fire," Quatgelat took the Leyden guests' wraps from the bench and hung them on two chairs, which he pushed up to the mantel-piece.
While this was being done, the fencing-master slowly continued to count.
By the time he reached twenty the landlord had finished his task, yet the irate captain still gave him no peace, but said: "Now our reckoning, man.

Wind and storm are far from pleasant, but I know even worse company.

There's room enough at the fire for four cloaks, and in Holland for all the animals in Noah's ark, except Spaniards and the allies of Spain.

Deuce take it, all the bile in my liver is stirred.