We will contend with the inquisition, but remain loyal to the King, even till compelled to wear the beggar's sack." He then beckoned to one of his pages, who brought him a leathern wallet, such as was worn at that day by professional mendicants, together with a large wooden bowl, which also formed part of their regular appurtenances.
Brederode immediately hung the wallet around his neck, filled the bowl with wine, lifted it with both hands, and drained it at a draught.

"Long live the beggars!" he cried, as he wiped his beard and set the bowl down.
"Vivent les gueulx." Then for the first time, from the lips of those reckless nobles rose the famous, cry, which was so often to ring over land and sea, amid blazing cities, on blood-stained decks, through the smoke and carnage of many a stricken field.

The humor of Brederode was hailed with deafening shouts of applause.

The Count then threw the wallet around the neck of his nearest neighbor, and handed him the wooden bawl.
Each guest, in turn, donned the mendicant's knapsack.

Pushing aside his golden goblet, each filled the beggars' bowl to the brim, and drained it to the beggars' health.