Title: Pennsylvania Dutch Rip Van Winkle: A romantic drama in two acts
Author: E. H. Rauch
Washington Irving
Release date: November 4, 2017 [eBook #55888]
Language: German, English
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PENNSYLVANIA DUTCH
RIP VAN WINKLE
A ROMANTIC DRAMA IN TWO ACTS
TRANSLATED FROM THE ORIGINAL, WITH VARIATIONS.
BY E. H. RAUCH
(“PIT SCHWEFFELBRENNER.”)
MAUCH CHUNK, PA.:
E. H. Rauch, Publisher,
MAUCH CHUNK DEMOCRAT STEAM PRINT.
1883.
Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1883 by
E. H. RAUCH,
in the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington, D. C.
| ACT I.—1763. | ||
| RIP VAN WINKLE | A Dutchman | |
| KNICKERBOCKER | A Schoolmaster | |
| DERRICK VAN SLAUS | The Squire | |
| HERMAN VAN SLAUS | His Son | |
| NICHOLAS VEDDER | Friend To Rip | |
| CLAUSIN | Friend To Rip | |
| RORY VAN CLUMP | A Landlord | |
| GUSTAFFE | A Young Man | |
| DAME VAN WINKLE | Rip’s Wife | |
| ALICE | Rip’s Sister | |
| LORRENNA | Rip’s Daughter | |
| SWAGGRINO, | } | Spirits of the Blue Mountain |
| GAUDERKIN, | ||
| ICKEN, | ||
| ACT II.—After a lapse of twenty years supposed to occur between the First and Second Acts. | ||
| RIP VAN WINKLE | The Dreamer | |
| HERMAN VAN SLAUS | ||
| SETH SLOUGH | ||
| KNICKERBOCKER | ||
| THE JUDGE | ||
| GUSTAFFE | ||
| RIP VAN WINKLE, Jr. | ||
| FIRST VILLAGER | ||
| SECOND VILLAGER | ||
| ALICE KNICKERBOCKER | ||
| LORRENNA | ||
RIP.—First dress:—A deer skin coat and belt, full brown breeches, deer skin gaiters, cap. Second dress:—Same, but much worn and ragged.
KNICKERBOCKER—First dress:—Brown square cut coat, vest and breeches, shoes and buckles. Second dress:—Black coat, breeches, hose, &c.
DERRICK VAN SLAUS—Square cut coat, full breeches, black silk hose, shoes and buckles—powder.
HERMAN—First dress:—Ibid. Second dress:—Black frock coat, tight pants, boots and tassels.
| VEDDER | } Dark square cut coats, vests, breeches, &c. |
| CLAUSIN | |
| RORY |
GUSTAFFE—Blue jacket, white pants, shoes.
SETH SLOUGH—Gray coat, striped vest, large gray pants.
JUDGE—Full suit of black.
YOUNG RIP—A dress similar to Rip’s first dress.
DAME—Short gown and quilted petticoat, cap.
ALICE—First dress:—Bodice, with half skirt, figured petticoat. Second dress:—Brown satin bodice and skirt, &c.
LORRENNA, Act I—A child.
LORRENNA, Act II—White muslin dress, black ribbon belt, &c.
L. Means First Entrance, Left. R. First Entrance, Right. S. E. L. Second Entrance, Left. S. E. R. Second Entrance, Right. U. E. L. Upper Entrance, Left. U. E. R. Upper Entrance, Right. C. Center. L. C. Left Centre. R. C. Right of Centre. T. E. L. Third Entrance, Left. T. E. R. Third Entrance Right. C. D. Centre Door. D. R. Door Right. D. L. Door Left. U. D. L. Upper Door, Left. U. D. R. Upper Door, Right.
⁂ The reader is supposed to be on the Stage, facing the Audience.
Vedd. Sawg, du, Clausin, we’d uf ’m waig warsht, husht ebbas fun unserm freind Rip Van Winkle g’sana? Wo ebbas os we olter whiskey tzu hawa is bin ich goot derfore os ar sure is um der waig tzu si—olsfort im dorsht!
Knick. Du besser gebsht aucht wass du sawgsht. Ennicher mon os ’m ’a goota glaws whiskey ous ’m waig gait is ’n norr. Sell is my plainy Deitshe mainung. Awer ich sawg der, mauch kæ fun fum Rip, for ich exshpect amohl ains fun denna dawg mich aw tzu shleesa on si fomelia, un ich nem satisfaction ous ennich ame os ’n insult.
Vedd. So so. Demnoch husht di mind uf gamaucht ’m Rip si shaney shweshter tzu hira?
Knick. Sell is exactly wass ich im sin hob tzu du. Der Rip is ’s agreed; de Alice is ’s agreed un ich bin ’s agreed.
Clau. Bisht awer aw now sure os du de Ripsy, ’m Rip is fraw, uf diner side husht? Is se ’s aw agreed?
Knick. Sell is de ainsich bodderation. Denk yusht we se fun weaga meer shwetzt. Se sawgt ich bin nix os ’n long bainich, slop-orrich, dobbich, ouslendish’s creddoor!
Rory. Gook doh cooma se—de Alice un aw ’m Rip si duchter.
Music.—Enter Alice, with Lorrenna, U. E. R. H.
Alice. Coom, du fowlenser, odder ’s gebt ’n rumpus derhame waun mer so long bleiva. Wass wærd de olt fraw sawga?
Lor. Well, ’s is net my shoold, for du bisht ivver a dootzend mohl de lane uf un ob g’luffa un husht for der shoolmaishter Knickerbocker ous gogookt.
Alice. Du haltsht mer now ’s maul—’s is net wohr!
Lor. Well now—du waisht os ’d ’n gleichsht?
Alice. Un we waisht now sell?
Lor. Oh sell con mer sana un nemond brauch ’s ame sawga. Un ich wase aw os ’d jealous bisht weaga eem.
[Knickerbocker advances L. H.
Alice. Jealous, weaga eem! Nay, sell is net wohr—ich ferlong si weesht g’sicht gor nimmy aw gooka.
Knick. Coom now—shwetz net sellerwaig—wann ich glawa date os du mainsht wass du sawgsht don date ich mich grawd dode sheesa.
Alice. Oh, sell wær awer tzu orrick for wann ’d sell du date’sht don glawb ich so g’wiss ich labe os di shpook mer ivverall noch lawfa date.
Lor. Un ich bin sure os du feel leever een selwer nemma date’sht os yusht si shpook. Sawgsht net selwer so, Alice?
Knick. Sell is now ’n shmarts maidly! Awer Alice, du seeser hoonich, suppose ich roof aw den owet—wann de olty leit ous ’m waig sin? Was sawgsht?
Alice. Nay, net for de gons welt! Wann de olt fraw dich im house finna date don insure ich os ’s widder amohl shtawb gevva date.
Lor. Awer Alice, waisht net os de mommy sheer olly owet nous gait tzu era nochber, de olt Wigrimsy? Now wann du (to Knickerbocker) coomsht so about ’m aucht uhr un shmeisht ’a wennich gravel wedder ’s fenshter, ei don consht ferleicht de Alice sana.
Knick. Goot for dich—’s shmartsht maidle in der welt! Awer Alice, ich hob now aw my mind uf gamaucht os ich gor nix mæ um de Ripsy geb, un ’s naigsht mohl os ich se aw treff sawg ich era grawd rous os——
Dame. [Without, R. U. E.] Alice! Alice! Shweffle un solpater! Awer ich geb der ’s amohl wann ich dich ferwish!
[The Villagers exit, R. and L. H.]
Knick. Shpring, Alice, shpring!
[Alice, Lorrenna and Knickerbocker run to R.]
Dame. [Without R.] Alice!
[Alice, Lorrenna and Knickerbocker exit hastily, L. H.]
Rory. By jinks, awer seller fraw era tzung runn’d os we ’n enda shwans.
Vedd. Un wann se yusht de sound fun era shtimm hara don du’n se derfu shpringa os wann se ’n shpook ous ’m Blowa Barrick wær! Awer wo der dihenker is don der Rip all de weil? [Rip singing without, L. 2 E.] Awer wann mer fum deifel shwetzt is ar aw olsfort um der waig.
[Enter Rip Van Winkle, L. 2 E. with gun, game bag, &c.]
Rip. Rip, Rip, wass is des for ’a bisness? Du bisht nix nootz, un sell is ’n fact. Now bin ich ob g’shtart free don morya for nous in der Blowa Barrick, un hob gadenkt ich kent ’n gooter sock ful hawsa un feggle mit hame bringa, awer d’no is der olt Van Brunt, seller shail-awgich ding aw cooma mit a wennich whiskey, un—well—’s is so—ich hob net goot refusa kenna anes tzu nemma, un d’no hen mer evva noch amohl anes g’nooma, un ivver a weil noch anes, un ich wase by chucks nimmy we uft—any how mer hen maner os yusht so a pawr g’nooma. Un ivver a weil is der Van Brunt so ’a wennich how-cum-you-so warra un d’no hut ar sich onna g’laig’d un is ei g’shlofa, un ich bin grawd nous in der barrick un hob feggle g’sana maner os dri doubled uf amohl. Awer—ich wase net we’s coom’d os ich kæ dam fuggle g’shussa hob. Un now hob ich ob g’shwora. Ich drink kæ whiskey mæ—kæ druppa so long os ich labe—un wann ebber mich froke’d for drinka don sawg ich ’m [Vedder comes down, R. and offers cup to him.]
Rip. Nay ich hob uf my aid g’shwora os nix mæ drink.
Vedd. Awer now yusht des ea mohl—ea droonk shod nemond nix.
Rip. Nay—ich hob ob g’shwora un ich du’s net.
Vedd. Sei mer doch now net so coryose—coom, nems—yusht anes.
Rip. [Hesitating, takes the jug.] Well don, des tzailt now net—awer mind—yusht des ea mohl, weil ich ob g’shwora hob. Un now, doh gaits, tzu ’m deifel un de fomelia un aw g’sundheit un longs lava. [Drinks.]
Vedd. Un now, Rip, sawg mer amohl, wo der bettle warsht der gons dawg? ’S war uns sheer bong de shpooks im barrick hetta dich g’fonga.
Rip. Haw, haw; ha, ha—ich hob in all meim dawg un ’s lavas noch ne kæ shpook g’sana—awer wass se shpirits hasa os se in de buttla ni du’n, mit sella bin ich ordlich goot bakannt.
Vedd. Un selly du’n dich for common aw ols um shmeisa—net so?
Rip. Beim dihenker, sell is a fact—sell is so, ha, ha.
Vedd. Awer Rip—sawg now, wo warsht, anyhow?
Rip. Ei ich war on der arwet—hob hord g’shafft—war orrick bissy, for, du waisht, ich luss mer ne kæ chance dorrich de finger shlippa.
Rory. [Down L.] Awer di game sock is lare—we commt’s?
Rip. Coom, now, manch mer now kæ shpass fun meim sock doh.
Vedd. Well Rip—ich will der now sawga wass mer du’n—mer hucka uns doh onna un shmoka de peifa un nemma ’a wennich ous der buttle doh—
Rip. Nay—nay, ich du’s net. Ich hob uf my aid g’shwora os ich gor nix mæ drink—un os ich nix du os my bisness mannetsha.
Vedd. Du denksht ferleicht os du den waig di fraw mannetsha connsht?
Rip. My fraw mannetsha! Ei denksht don ich con nuf fleega on der mond ona fliggle? Denksht ich con der gons Blow Barrick uf ea load mit ’m shoob-korrich weck fawra, odder uf a pawr shtelsa ivver de sæ bawda? Wann ich amohl all sell du con, don con ich ferleicht aw my fraw mannetsha. [All laugh.]
Rory. Coom now Rip—nem anes, yusht ea glaws.
Rip. Nay, kæ druppa—ferflomt si wann ich now my aid ferbrech.
Vedd. Well, don, wann ’d net wid, ei don du ona.
[All go to the table but Rip.
Rip. Desmohl hob gaprooft os ich mich selwer regulata con—os ich net back gæ up my aid os ich g’shwora hob, und now, sell, denk ich, entitled mich tzu eme droonk anyhow.
[Goes to the table.
Omnes. Ha, ha, ha!
Rory. Doh, Rip, doh is ’n glaws, un ich insures os ’s aw ’s recht shtuft is.
[Gives him a glass.
Rip. Awer now mind—dar droonk doh tzailt now net, un doh gaits tzum deifel und de fomelia tzu ’m deifel un aw g’sundheit un longs lava for eich all! Immer un eawich, awer wass sawgt now my olty wann ich hame coom?
Vedd. & Rory. Ha, ha, ha! Coom now, sing amohl anes.
Rip. Well, doh gaits don—a warning tzu leit os noch leddich sin.
Dame. [without R. I. E.] Rip! Rip! Wann ich dich now ferwish don ferluss dich druf os ’d ’s aw fongsht!
Rip. Gott in himmel! Sell is my olty!
Dame. (without) Rip! Du fowlenser, Rip!
Rip. [Gets under the table with bottle.] Look out, boova—de will-colz coom’d!
Music.—Vedder, Rory and Clausin, at table.—Enter Dame, with stick. R. U. E.
Dame. Wo der dihenker is my nix-nootzicha lodle fum a mon? Shweffle un solpater! Hurrich! Ich hare si shtimm—der hen’d ’n arryats fershteckled. Der set eich shemma, ’n mon den waig fun siner fraw un fomelia weck tzu nemma! Der d’ut all uf mich imposa weil der wist os ich goot g’noddoord bin—so ich ne net base wær. [They laugh.] Awer mind now, de shwarnoat will ich krega wann ich eich net uf ’m onner side fum maul laucha mauch!
[Music—Chases them round the table—they exit L. and R. Dame upsets table and discovers Rip.
Dame. Oh du shlechter, meaner loadle du! Now, wass husht tzu sawga, du weshty drecksow?
Rip. Doh gaits now—all tzum deifel—du un de fomelia un g’sundheit for se all!
Dame. [Pulling him down the stage by the ear.] Ich bin net base. Ich bin keel, un goot g’noddoor’d. Awer so we du mich treatsht con ich net shtanda. Un now, du loadle, gaisht mer grawd hame. Awer sawg mer now de wohret—was husht heit gadu der gons dawg?
Rip. Wass hob ich gadu? Ei ich hob ’m Van Brunt g’hulfa—hob orrick free den morya aw g’fonga. ’S arsht ding os ich g’sana hob den morya war ’n haws, im feld, un ar war om graws fressa.
Dame. ’N haws—well, ’n haws, sell is wass ich gleich—’n haws for middawg essa.
Rip. Sell is now goot—’n haws—denksht net?
Dame. Well, awer wo husht der haws?
Rip. Ward now yusht—hob gadoold—ich will der ’s sawga. ’S war evva ’n haws, du waisht, drous in feld, un ar hut graws g’fressa——
Dame. Well, well—awer der haws—wo husht ’n?
Rip. Coom now, geb mer ’n chance for ’s sawga. Well, ’s war ’n haws—ar war drous un feld, un ar hut graws g’fressa——
Dame. Well——
Rip. Un ich d’no uf mit der flint——
Dame. Yaw, un——
Rip. Un ich hob shorf gatzeelt on ’n un—
Dame. Well—
Rip. Un hob der drigger gatzoga un—
Dame. Un d’no, of course, is der haws gadropt—
Rip. Well, net exactly—de flint is lose gonga—awer der haws aw. Cheemeny fires awer seller haws hetsht sana sella shpringa!
Dame. Ei don husht—
Rip. Domt si, ’s is wohr—
Dame. Un husht gor nix soonsht g’shussa?
Rip. Net desmohl—awer ’s naigsht mohl—ich hob my my flint g’lawda un uf g’fixed, un nuf ons klæ demly dort im feld, un wass denksht now os ich dort g’sana hob?
Dame. Ei, wildy enda—besure.
Rip. Yaw, maner os fooftzich—so grose waura se os gens, un, well, ich uf mit der flint—
Dame. Un ich aw (raising a stick) wann du’s desmohl ferfailsh’t.
Rip. Bang!
Dame. Un we feel sin gabortzel’d?
Rip. Ainy.
Dame. Net maner os aney ous fooftzich?
Rip. Yaw, ordlich feel maner os yusht ea end.
Dame. Well don, husht doch maner os aney g’shussa?
Rip. Yaw—feel maner os ea end, ’s war ordlich grosses game—fact is, ’s war’n grosser shwartzer bull os ich g’shussa hob.
Dame. Wass—now—
Rip. Domt si wann ’s net wohr is! Un sell hetsht sana sella. Gott im Himmel, wass hut seller bull awer gabroomt, un si shwans g’shlenkert, un g’shneesd un g’shnorrixd! Un der bull is d’no aw so a wennich for mich gatraveled un ich hob my beshts gadu os ar so ’n ordlich goots shtick hinner mer bleibt. D’no bin ich on der fence aw galand, un yusht we ich net gons ivver der fence war is ’m bull si horn a wennich in contact cooma mit ’m sitz fun meina hussa—so fun hinna bei, du waisht. Un d’no, Gott im Himmel, ich bin nuf tzu’s gonga—ich wase net we hoch, anyhow we ich widder om rooner tzu’s cooma war bin ich aw galand im a grossa bawm un dort war ich for a goot weil fesht g’shtucka, un, ’a, du waisht evva we ’s ame gait wann so ’n shwartzer bull for ame traveled fun hinna by, un, du—du, du, du waisht evva, ’a—
Dame. Un d’no hisht ei g’shlofa?
Rip. Sell is so—by chucks awer du consht goot gessa—glawb beim bettle du consht hexa!
Dame. [Catching him by the ear.] Now, hame—du meaner, fowler loafer du [beating him.]
Rip. Awer, my gooty un leevy fraw——
Dame. Hame gaisht mer now grawd. (Beating him.)
Rip. Nay, now, nay——
Dame. Hame, hame mit der, hame, (beating him.)
Rip. Gott im Himmel—— (Dame beating him off, S. H. 1. R.)
Enter Derric Van Slaus, L. H.
Derr. Wann mer des ding now net glickt don bin ich g’ruineert. So gaits ame wann mer ’n sohn hut os tzu feel sowft! Ich hob ’m ols g’hulfa mit geld bis ich selwer tzu sawga ous g’shpeelt war, un ich hob so gor geld g’used os net my eagas war, un wann ich sell net tzurick con du on si plotz, don bin ich hinna wedder. ’S is wohr, my sohn hut ’n gooty larnung, un ar is ’n lawyer, un ar hut ’n office in Nei Yorrick, un wann ar yusht aucht gebt un net tzu feel sowft, ei don con om end noch olles recht cooma.
Herman. [Without L. H.] My dawdy, sawgsht, is arryats doh um der waig?
Derr. Horrich! Sell is ’n—ich ken ’n on der shtimm! Now, wass der bettle bringt ’n don so unferhuft doh har? Ich farrich ’s is ebbas letz!
Enter Herman, L. H.
Derr. Ei Herman, was bringt dich don widder doh tzurick? Husht now my gooter roat widder net g’nooma?
Herm. Ich blame dich net os du unruich bisht. Awer eb os du groomelsht derweiga horrich wass ich tzu sawga hob. Ich bin desmohl uf bisness ous—bisness os uns all tzwæ aw gait.
Derr. Oh, of course, du husht widder ’n waig ous g’shtuddied for noch manner geld shpenda——
Herm. Nay, sell is net so—ich bin uf nix-a-so ous. Awer ich hob ’n plan for uns ous der noat helfa.
Derr. Well, don, sawg mer amohl di plan—wass is ’s?
Herm. Ich will der ’s sawga, Du kennsht der Rip Van Winkle—net so?
Derr. Of course ken ich ’n. Olly leit kenna een un wissa exactly wass ar is—’n nix-nootzicher loodle. Awer ea ding is wohr—ar is ’n olter ding os gooter shpunk hut, for ar hut amohl di lava g’safed we’d in a meel dom g’falla bisht—sellamohls wærsht sure fersuffa wann ’s net for een g’west wær—
Herm. Un ar hut ’n duchter os arsht sivva yohr olt is, un my plan os ich hob is now weaga era—
Derr. Well, go ahead. Geb mer now amohl di plan.
Herm. Ei, du waisht, ich hob my Nei Yorricker office in der same shtoob mit ’m ’a onnera lawyer, un doh for a pawr dawg hut seller lawyer ’n willa g’shrivva for sellam same klæ sivva yairich maidly si olty aunt. Se is down up der olt Rip Van Winkle, un se hut der willa so g’fixed os ’s maidly olles grickt—der olt aunt era gons fermaiga. Un se is orrick reich, un wann now sell maidly yusht lava bleibt don gebt se de reichsht fraw im gonsa County.
Derr. Well, suppose sell is all so, wass con sell uns botta?
Herm. Ferleicht ordlich feel—suppose ich mauch mich now ’a wennich aw beim Rip un secure si nawma tzu ’m ’a shreivas os ’s maidle[12] mich hira mus wann se uf eld coomd, un don, uf selly arbshaft con ich d’no ’n ordlich grossy sum geld raisa uf forna nous. Un now, dawdy, wass denksht fum plan?
Derr. Well now, ich wase net—’s kent ferleicht gadu wærra. Anyhow, der Rip is now widder si rent shuldich, un des is de besht tzeit for amohl mit ’m tzu shwetza derwaga un ous finna eb ar ’s agreea date so ’n shreivas tzu signa—of course, mer mist a wennich ebbas du for ’n.
Herm. Un ’s bobbeer is shun ready—’s fail’d nix os yusht ’m Rip si nawma. [Presents the paper.]
Derr. Well, don, gæ ich aw grawd amohl tzu’m un proweer wass ich du con mit ’m.
[Exit R. H.
Herm. [Solus.] Des is now der waig for bisness du. My dawdy is anyhow g’satisfied os ich aw wase we mer so dinga mannetsh’d. Of course, ’n lawyer darraf sich net feel boddera mit seim g’wissa. Wann des ding now recht shafft ei don bin ich ordlich goot ob g’fixd.
Knickerbocker enters cautiously, D. 2 E. D.
Knick. Desmohl awer run ich ’n grosser risk—feel os wann ich umringt wær mit wilty creddoora. Awer, so weit gookts os wann olles recht wær. Wann yusht now de Alice um der waig wær—dort coom’d se yoh—muss now aucht gevva——
Alice. [Without observing Knickerbocker] doh, now gæ shlofa. Oh Knickerbocker! Wann’d aw ’a wennich coryose bisht—ich gleich dich doch—con ’s net helfa.
Knick. [Aside.] Sell is awer now yusht about fershtendich——
Alice. Kæ wooner os ich ’n gleich—so ’n shaner, finer mon os ar is—un aw so ivver ous hooch galarnd. Olly mohl os ich ’n aw gook feel ich os wann ich ’n grawd um der hols nemma kent un ’n bussa un—[Turning, she is caught in the embrace of Knickerbocker.]
Knick. Des is awer now amohl plesseerlich—’s is kæ engle fum himmel os des beata con.
Dame. [Without.] Gaisht mer now weck doh—du fersuffner lodle do!
Knick. Der deifel—es is so g’wiss os ich labe de Ripsy now, we wærd ’s meer doh gæ—we now coom ich ous dare shkrape?
Alice. Wann se dich doh ferwisht don bin ich g’ruineert—du musht dich arryats fershteckla—awer wo?
Knick. Yaw, wo? Sell is now de froke. Suppose ich shloop doh in den shonk ni?
Alice. Nay, doh, fershteckle dich in den claider korb, un ich deck dich tzu mit der dreckich wesh. Awer, nay, der korb is tzu klæ, di bæ sin tzu long un der shonk is der ainsich plotz. Now yusht ni doh in der shonk.
Knick. Well, doh gaits.
[Music—She directs him to the closet and quickly closes the door. Dame enters L. 2 E., dragging in Rip.]
Dame. Now, doh hob ich dich amohl derhame, un ich will aw wissa wass du tzu sawga husht for dich?
Rip. Nix, nix—gor nix—my leevy, shmarty fraw. We wennicher os mer shwezt, du waisht, we besser os ’s gait, anyhow, ich bin ’s agreed os du selwer olles sawga mawgsht wass tzu sawga is. Sell is now fair, is ’s net, my gooty leevy fraw?
Dame. Well, wo sin all de hawsa un bottreesle os du hame bringa husht wella?
Rip. Ei so feel os ich wase sin se marshtens drous im Blowa Barrick. De fact is, we se mich hen sana cooma mit der flint waura se ’a wennich shy, du waisht. My flint du’t aw ebmohls ferfaila, awer du ferfailsht ne net wann ich ols unner di fire coom.
Dame. Shweffle un soltpater! We con ich all des shtanda? Wo is ’s geld for der rent mit batzawla, du loompicher, fersuffner lodle du?
Rip. Wase g’wiss net—waisht du’s?
Dame. ’S naigsht ding os deer happened gaisht in de jail—sell wærd’s end derfu si.
Rip. Coom now, ’s is net derwært os mer shtreit aw fonga derweaga. Morga free is tzeit ganunk for shwetza weaga dem rent.
Dame. Yaw, morya—es is olsfort morya mit deer; so Alice, dort hucksht aw un du’sht nix os fowlenesa, we for common—exactly we di bruder doh—der sin’d mer now yusht about ’n shanes pawr nix nootziche un waich-keppiche dinger.
Rip. Waich-keppich? Ich denk my kup is ordlich hordt un solid, for wann ar net wær don wær ar shun long uf gaused—un sell is now ’n fact—denksht net selwer so?
Dame. Un now, Alice, gaisht mit meer, for ich will sana wass’d gadu husht mit de kinner, for mer con sich net maner uf dich ferlussa os uf selly doppich, (is retiring on R.,) shill-krut.
Rip. Shill-krut! Oh, well, olty, go ahead—gæ yusht so goot de gons sow. Awer now, leevy hoonich, eb os ’d gaisht, wit net now so goot si un mer selly klæ buttle gevva os ’d geshter owet fun mer weck g’shlipt husht?
Dame. Shweffle un soltpater! Ollaweil g’suffa un wid ols noch maner whiskey! Na, kæ druppa maner! Desmohl gricksht kæ buttle fun meer.
[Exit with Alice, R. H.]
Rip. Dooner uns wetter! De shwarnoat will ich krega wann[14] ich now net glawb os se ’s all selwer g’nooma hut! Awer, ich hob ’n naws so shorf os meim hoond Shneider siney, un ich con ’s reecha fun weit ob. Now, doh gaits for amohl ’n examination dorrich den shonk.
[Music.—Rip opens the closet door cautiously and rummaging for a bottle, when he treads on Knickerbocker, who roars out lustily. Rip, in his sudden alarm, upsets the porcelain and glass; and falling, rolls into the middle of the chamber, quaking in every limb, and vociferating loudly.
Rip. Helf, mord, mord, fire, deeb!
Knickerbocker, in the interim, darts out of the closet, and beyond the consciousness of future proceeding, throws himself into the arm chair.—Alice, entering hastily, throws a cloak over him, which hides him from observation.—Dame enters, alarmed, R. H.
Dame. Shweffle un soltpater! Wass is now widder lose?
Rip. [Raising his head cautiously.] Wass is letz! Ei ordlich feel—der deifel is dort in sellam shonk—sell is whats der matter—der deifel im letza plotz! Gott im Himmel, was kenna mer du mit ’m?
Dame. Der deifel im shonk! Den will ich awer aw sana. [Going there sees broken china.] Shweffle un solpater! All my besht g’sharr in shticker ferbrucha! Du weeshter fersuffner ding du. Yaw, ’s is wohr—der deifel war im shonk un du bisht selwer der meensht deifel uf ’m ards budda. De saucha doh os now all in shticker sin hob ich g’shenkt grickt fun miner grose-mommy! Oh, du lodle du! Ich con ’s nimmy shtanda. Ich wær ohnmechtich—ich con net—(She sinks in the arm chair, but immediately starts up, and squalling, falls into Rip’s arms.—Knickerbocker regains the closet, unobserved by all save Alice.)
Dame. Gott im Himmel! ’S war ebber in sellam shtool—ebber war dort, so g’wiss os ich labe——
Rip. Oh, du bisht ous ’m kup. ’S is nix in sellam shtool os yusht seller olt cloak (tossing it aside) seell is all.
Dame. ’S is mer bong—un, ich feel, ich wase selwer net we. Alice, du mohl di hond in my sock un dort finnsht de buttle.
[Alice produces the bottle.]
Rip. A klanes buttly! Oho! Sell is so’n sort fum a private shenkly—lus mich ’s buttly now amohl haiva bis ’d ’n glaws bringsht for de olt fraw.
[Alice hastening off, brings a wine glass from R. which Rip fills and gives to Dame.]
Rip. Un now, do gaits, tzum deifel un de fomelia un longs laiva un g’sundheit.
[Drinks from the bottle; Alice in the interview proceeds to the closet and brings Knickerbocker out, who is making for the door, when, hearing some one approach he again escapes to his retreat.]
Alice. (At door.) Oh Aunty, Aunty! Doh coom’d der Shquire dorrich der gorda ruf!
Dame. Shweffle un soltpater! Ar coom’d now for der rent—wass is now tzu du? Gott im Himmel wase ’s—ich net!
Rip. Ich glawb ich gæ in ’s bet—un consider derweaga.
Dame. Nay, du gaisht mer now net in ’s bet. Du musht now ’n frishy excuse finna weaga dem rent. Es is di shoold os ’s is we ’s is, un du mawgsht der now aw selwer helfa so goot os ’d consht, un ich gæ nous—tzu der Wigrimsy un shwetz a weil mir era; un Alice, wann selly pedler fraw widder coom’d sawg era os ich kens fum eram dreck hawa will.
[As Dame retires she meets Derrick to whom she curtseys.
Derr. Good-n-owet.
Dame. Good-n-owet.
[Exit Dame.]
Rip. [Aside.] ’S coomd mer fore os wann ich now in a ferdeivelty shkrape wær! Alice, du mawgsht gæ. By chucks, ich wet ich wær aw arryats soonsht.
Alice. (Aside.) Un wass wærd now ous ’m awrm Knickerbocker—we wærd ’s eem now gœ?
[Exit, R. H.]
Derr. Well, Rip, my gooter un airlicher friend, we gaits ols by deer? We du’t de welt dich ols usa?
Rip. Well, so so—nix weiters tzu brawla—shlecht gununk. Ich bin ’n orrick fleisicher mon un du olly dawg hordt shaffa, fun free moryats bis shpoat in de naucht, un mit all dem con ich sheer net tzu waig cooma, un’des is now so wohr os ich labe—wann ’d ’s net glawbst don froke amohl my olty—se con der sawga we hord os ich shaff, un we ainich os mer proweera mitnonner tzu laiva.
Derr. Awer se sawga ols wo de buttle maishter is dort gaits ne net yusht so abbordich goot.
Rip. Sell is a fact. Now, of course, du bisht cooma weaga ’m rent un now, wann’d so goot si wid un—
Derr. Un ’a risseet shreiva—oh yaw, besure, for sell bin ich olsfort ready—
Rip. Nay, nay, (aside) des beat now der deifel selwer!
Derr. Well, mer wella don ’n onners mohl fum rent shwetza. For dee tzeit luss uns amohl weaga ebbas soonsht hondla.
Rip. Yaw, well, of course. Doh nem ’n shtool, un huck dich (rubbing his hands together) ’s oltes recht. (Aloud,) nemsht anes—’s is rale goots olts shtuft! [They take chairs.]
Derr. Now Rip, ich glawb du kensht my ainsicher sohn—der same os du amohl g’safed husht we ar in ’s wasswe g’falla is un sheer om fersowfa war.
Rip. Oh yaw, een ken ich goot, un ’a wilder ding os ar is—awer ar is aw ferdeihenkert shmart. (Drinks.)
Derr. Un now will ich der amohl ebbas fun een sawga. Ar wohnt allaweil in Nei Yorrick, un is om law shtuddeera. Ar is[16] now ’n finer, soberer un shmarter yunger mon, un weil sell so is het ich garn os ar sich doh settled in der nochbershaft wo ar gabora un ufgatzoga is warra. Now, wann amohl de tzeit coom’d het ich aw garn os ar sich ’n fraw nemt—’n airlich, fines maidle—aney os gor nix wase fun de norrheita un dummheita os in de grosse shtedt gadrivva wærra. Un de notion is mer so in der kup cooma os ivver a weil—in etlich yohra, wann amohl di duchter uf g’woxa is os se yusht about ’s very maidle wær for si fraw—fer een d’no hira. ’S is wohr, ar wær ’a wennich elder os see, awer sell maucht nix ous—’s is anyhow feel besser os wann see ’s eldsht wær.
Rip. Awer coom now—’s dinkt mich du bisht yusht uf ’a wennich shposs ous desmohl!
Derr. Nay, ’s is mer arnsht. Un for dich tzu satisfya derweaga hob ich doh ’n shreivas mit gabrucht—eo’n contract, du waisht, os mer mitnonner agreea os wann se olt ganunk sin os se hira, un wann anes fun ena ous back’d os ’s onner d’no ’s property grickt. Ich bin ’s anyhow agreed ’n shreivas tzu signa os ich ’m Herman, meim sohn, olles geb os ich hob uf selly conditions, un wann du’s agreed bisht ’s same tzu du mit diner duchter, un uf de same condition, ei don hen mer weiters nix tzu du os yusht ’s bobbeer signa.
Rip. Yaw, well, of course bin ich ’s agreed. Ich bin willens era all my geld un bank shtock un elles os ich hob tzu gevva—awer se mus ferdeivelt shmart si wanna se ebbas finn’d. Coom, now, Mr. Squire, luss uns now nochamohl anes nemma. (Drinks.)
Derr. Un now, doh sin de tzwæ bobbeera—mer signa se all tzwæ un ich nem anes un du nemsht ’s onner.
Rip. Yaw, ’s is all recht—doh gaits [Drinks—Derrick gives him the pen.] un awer wass sull ich now du mit dara fedder doh?
Derr. Nix os yusht di nawma uf selly bobbeera signa.
Rip. Sell signa ona os my olty ebbas derfu wase? My gooter friend—sell con ich net du. Se date mich levendich ob tzeega. [Noise in the closet.]
Rip. Shtill, du hex.
Derr. Awer ich hob aw my mind uf gamaucht os wann du des now singsht os du noch dem doh wohna beleiva mawgsht ona rent tzu batzawla.
Rip. Rent frei! Ich signs. Awer, halt a wennich. De olt fraw date der deifel shpeela mit mer. So du ni shreiva in ’s bobbeer os ich ous ’m contract nous backa con in tzwansich yohr un ea dawg, wann ich will. [Noise in the closet.]
Rip. Shtill, du hex.
Derr. [Writing.] Yusht we du wit. [Noise in closet.]
Rip. Shtill, du hex. [Drinks.]
Derr. Is sell ’n cotz dort im shonk?
Rip. Ich wase net eb ’s ’n cotz is odder my hoond Shneider. Wann ’s der Schneider is don wet ich net in siner howt si wann my olty tzurick coom’d.
Derr. Doh, now, hob ich ’s ni g’shrivva we du g’sawt husht, in denna wardta doh: “Wann awer der Rip Van Winkle de notion nemmt ous tzu backa inside fun tzwansich yohr un ea dawg, don sull dar contract nix gilta.”
Rip. Yaw, yaw, Shquire—sell is now all recht—sell is goot—first-rate now——
Derr. Un now consht ’s aw signa.
Rip. Wass—’s signa?
Derr. Yaw, yusht signs.
Rip. Har mit ’m bobbeer. (Takes it.) My kup feel’d so coryose—os wann ar soonersht sevversht wær—bin dormlich. (Reading.) “Wann awer der Rip Van Winkle”—yaw, yaw, sell is mich—“der Rip Van Winkle de notion nemmt ous tzu backa inside fun tzwansich yohr un ea dawg.” Oh, sell is recht. (Writing.) R-i-p V-a-n—[Noise in closet.]—Shtill du hex! W-i-n-k-l-e—now doh is ’s.
Derr. Un doh is now ’s onner—’s copy derfu. (Gives it.)
Rip. Demnoch is des doh for mich, un doh gaits now in my jacket sock ni.
Derr. Des is glawb ich now all recht—olles fartich, un ich sawg aw good-naucht——
Rip. Shtup a wennich. Luss uns now noch anes mitnonner nemma. Awer, holes mich der dihenker wann de buttle net lare is! Alice! Alice! Coom! grick mer noch a wennich schnapps for der Shquire.
Derr. Nay, net desmohl—glawb ich will nix mæ den owet (Rising) awer enniche tzeit wann ’d ols ebbas wid don roof yusht aw by diem olta friend Rory—dort sull olsfort ’n buttle ready si for dich. So now, good-naucht.
Rip. Awer shtup, shtup—Ich glawb ich gæ grawd onna un grick selly buttle now (Rising.) Alice coom amohl har doh?
Enter Alice, R. H.
Rip. Alice, grick mer amohl my hoot. (Alice gives it.) Un now geb aucht uf ’s house bis ich tzurick coom. Wann de olt fraw fore mere hame coom’d don sawg er ich wær nous g’luffa mit ’m Shquire uf orrick particulary bisness.
[Exit, L. D., with Derr.]
[Alice advances and brings Knickerbocker from the closet.]
Alice. Gook, so g’wiss, ols noch doh!
Knick. Yaw, olles os noch fun mer ivverich is, un ich insures os se mich in a hurry nimmy den wæg fonga, un now will ich mich aw grawd ous ’m shtawb maucha. [Goes towards the door and returns in sudden alarm.]
Knick. Hohls mich der bettle wann now net de Ripsy widder coom’d—un ich wase net wass tzu du!
Alice. Sell is now all di eagny shuld—ferwass warsh’d so detarmined den owet tzu cooma?
Knick. Un ich glawb net os ich si lava widder coom—for wann se mich doh ferwisht don gebt ’s aw widder amohl orrick doonkler shmoke in der kich!
Alice. ’S is now yusht ea plan for era ous ’m waig tzu cooma, un sell is, du now seller olt pedler fraw era claider aw shlippa—doh sin se, un ich insures os du kæ difficulty finnsht for ous ’m house tzu cooma.
Knick. Nay, un aw mit ’m ’a bookle ful shlaig in der barya—awer ich geb nix um sell.
[Knickerbocker sits in arm chair and is attired by Alice in woman’s dress; on rising, the petticoats but reach his knees.]
Knick. De unnerclaider sin awer beim bettle tzu kortz—net holwer long ganunk!
Alice. Der arricksht troovel is os di bæ evva tzu long sin—sell is whats der matter mit der. Du musht dich evva bigga—un sawg aw nix, mitout du musht shwetza, for wann ’d ’s maul net haltsht don ferluss dich druf os ’d aw ous g’foona wærsht. [He again sits.]
Dame enters, D. F.
Dame. Well, doh bin ich widder tzurick un ich sæ der Van Slaus is faurt. Un wo is seller lodle, der Rip? Widder drous ommanot. Un wær is sell os dort in sellam shtool huckt?
Alice. Sell is de olt pedler fraw—se is cooma for era sauch os se doh g’lust hut.
Dame. De pedler fraw! Now, yusht ob mit der—ous ’m house mit all deim dreck.
Knick. (Aside.) Yaw, wann ich yusht amohl safe drous wær!
[Knickerbocker rises, hobbles forward, R.; but forgetting the shortness of the petticoats, in curtseying, is discovered by the Dame, from the exposure of his legs.
Dame. Shweffle un solpater! Wær husht now doh? ’N humbug—’n pedler fraw mit so bæ we selly! (She rushes up to door and locks it—then with a broom, L. U. E., pursues him round—he flings bonnet in her face.
Knick. Wann der deifel hinner ame is mus mer sich waira—un doh gaits.
[He jumps through the window, which is dashed to pieces, he disappears.—Dame rushes up, with broom, toward window.—Alice laughs.
Dame. Un du lauchsht mich noch ous, du shlomp du! Anes is yusht so shlecht os ’s onner. All du’n mich yusht abusa un uf mich imposa—un now ob mit der, grawd nuf un ins bet.
[Dame drives Alice off, and follows, R.—Scene closes.
Rip. Wip-per-will! Es is mer maner bong os se der awram olt Rip noch wippa. (Takes aim at bird—it flashes in the pan.) Widder ferfaild! Sull der deifel all de missa un missussa hohla! Ken ainsicher shoos con ich mæ maucha uf ’m fliggle! Ich wut ich het ’n flint os we ’m Bill Bifflemoyer siney—aney os um ’n eck rumm sheest—d’no date ich se awer fetcha. Awer, ’s maucht net feel ous wann ich aw olly dawg finf hoonert hawsa un feggle sheesa date—de olt fraw wær doch net g’satisfied. Net os se yusht abbordich mean is, awer se mus ebber odder ebbas hawa for gowtza un tzonka, un ich bin for common der unglicklich mon os ’s ols fong’d fun era roat gleedich haisy tzoong. Un now, so bol os ich hame coom fong ich ’s aw widder mit ’m baisa shteel! Dooner wetter! Ich feel meed, un shlefferich. Ich glawb ich gæ now net hame, for wann ich du don ferbrecht se mer anyhow my bookle—un ich gæ nuf in der Blowa Barrick un shlofe dort de naucht, un morya fong ich ’n neie rule aw—os ich kæ druppa mæ drink.
Voice Outside. Rip Van Winkle!
[A dead pause ensues.—Suddenly, a noise, like the rolling of cannon balls is heard—then a discordant shout of laughter, L. H.—Rip wakes and sits up, astonished.
Rip. Wass der deivel is now sell? Is my fraw um der waig? Oh, nay, sell is ’s net. Ich denk ich hob yusht gadrawm’d—so now, don gaits for nochamohl ’a wennich shlofa—for desmohl bin ich ordlich weit ous eram range. [Reclines and sleeps.
Voice Outside. Rip Van Winkle. [The laugh being repeated, Rip again awakes.
Rip. Desmohl bin ich gawiss net letz. Es hut beim bettle shpooks odder ebbas-a-so doh im dem barrick, un ich hob now kæ druppa doh for se ob halta!
Swaggrino. [Without L. H.] Rip Van Winkle! Rip Van Winkle!
Rip. Rip Van Winkle! Sell is mich, yaw, besure is ’s mich.
[Music.—Swaggrino, the grotesque dwarf, enters L. H., bending beneath the weight of a large cask which he bears on his shoulder. He pauses, examines Rip, then invites him to assist him in placing the cask on the ground, which Rip complies with.
Rip. Hole mich der dihenker wann des awer now net ’n coryose tzwæ bainich creddoor is—wass is ’s, anyhow?
Music.—Swaggrino pointing to the cask, entreats Rip’s assistance, in bearing it up the mountain.
Rip. Hetsht garn os ich der helf? Ferwass husht mer sell net grawd uf amohl g’sawt? Well, well, ich will ’m don helfa, for so’n load we sell is tzu feel for so’n klanes olts menly we des doh.
[Music.—Dwarf assists in placing cask on Rip’s shoulder—a loud laugh is heard—Rip is alarmed, but Dwarf signs him to proceed and be of good courage—leads way up rocks R.—another peal of laughter, and Rip hastily follows him.
Music.—Grotesque Dutch figures with enormous masked heads and lofty tapering hats, discovered playing at cards in various places, others at dutch pins—battledores and shuttlecocks—the majority seated on a rock drinking and smoking.
Gauderkin. Heit is unser fire dawg. Fooftzich yohr is unser tzeit im barrick doh, un luss uns all now looshtich si.
Icken. De froke is now weaga ’m fowla ding, os mer im owet hen nooner g’shickt for ebbas fun der goota schnappsish awrt—wo war ar g’west de longa tzeit?
Gaud. Ferleicht hut ebber eem troovel g’maucht—
Icken. Wann sell so is, was sawgt er now; we long un wass for ’n awrt de shtrofe?
Gaud. Tzwansich yohr im doda shlofe. Awer wann ar goot g’noddoord un looshtich is, don luss ’n goots gadrawm enjoya.
Icken. Unser bruder coom’d—dort coomd ar ivver de felsa ruf, un mit ’m coomd ’n fremmer ding in mensha g’shtalt.
Omnes. Tzwansich yohr im doda shlofe. Sell is now dem ding si shtrofe. Ar coom’d, ar coom’d—sei’d all now shtill, doh coomd ar now.
[The spirits retire up and station themselves in motionless attitudes. Music.—Swaggrino descends by the opening in the rear, followed by Rip, with the keg.—Rip advances on the L. H.; and, with the assistance of his conductor, places the cask on the rock. The spirits remain immovable in front.
Rip. Now bin ich awer ’n doder mon, in coryose un fremmy coompany! Wass gebt ’s now mit meer? Wann ich yusht widder derhame wær—yaw, noch gor derhame by miner olty. Orrick os sell is, ’s wær doch besser os in so ’m crowd we dar doh!
Music.—The figures severally advance, and stare at him, then resume their games. Swaggrino taps the cask, motions the astonished Rip to assist him in distributing its contents into various flagons; an injunction with which he complies.—Swaggrino helps his companions.
Rip. (On L. H.) Om end sin des doch ordlich gooty karls. Se sin anyhow net bais, un du ’n ame nix. Un se sin aw all shtumm un dawb. Gott im Himmel! Wann yusht my fraw so goot un fridlich era maul halta date! Ich glawb by chucks os des all hexa sin. Un ’s coom’d mer fore se du’n sich goot enjoya. Ich wooner awer now wass for shtuft os se in dem fessly doh hen? Of course, ’s shod nix wann mer anes mit ena nemmt. (Fills a flagon.) Doh gaits now—olles tzum deifel un fomelia tzu’m deifel un g’sundheit un long’s lava. [Drinks.
Omnes. Ha, ha, ha!
[Music.—A grotesque dance ensues, during which Rip continues to supply himself from the keg.—He at length joins in the dance, and becomes so exhausted, that he reels forward and sinks in front. The dancing ceases, the spirits utter three ho, ho, ho’s!—Some of them sink.—Music, piano, as the curtain slowly descends.
Bird Music.—Rip discovered extended on the ground asleep; his hair gray, and beard grown to unusual length—the hour of the scene is gray dawn and the birds from the sky and hill are chirping.
Rip. (Speaking in his sleep.) Mommy! Mommy Van Winkle! Wass du’sht allaweil? Shtup now yusht eh mohl mit deim gatzonk? Du lusht mer gor ne kæ ruh—har-uf now, un shmeis mer net so feel hase wasser doh rumm, for my awga kenna ’s net shtanda—du wid! Uf course, un wann ’d wid don du’shts aw—un demnoch husht aw.—(He awakens in sudden emotion.) Awer—immer un eawich wass is all des, un wo bin ich? (Gazing around.) Uf ’m Blowa Barrick so g’wiss ich labe. Un ich fong ’s aw wann ich hame coom—weil ich now de gons naucht doh g’shlofa hab. Un ich feel so shteif os ’n olter asle uf ’m Lechaw Conawl. Es dinkt mich ich mus ’n ordlich longy tzeit doh g’shlofa hawa. Awer ich hob mich aw goot enjoyd unner denna coryose un looshtiche dinger. Mer hen gadroonka un gadonsd un g’frollickd we gooty karls. Awer wann se now gooty moneer hetta don wæra se net doh fun mer weck g’shneekd un hetta mich doh allainich lya lussa. (Looking around.) Wo is awer my flint? Ich hob se doh shtæ lussa wedder ’m a klaina baimly. (On examining he finds the rusty barrel of his gun.) Hullo! gook yusht amohl doh—de karls hen so g’wiss ich[22] labe aw my flint g’shtola un hen dar olt ous g’shpeelt un rushtich lawf im plotz derfu g’lusst. Un wass wærd my olty sawga derweaga? By chucks awer desmohl gebt ’s ’n gabuller derhame! Un we ich ei g’shlofa bin war ’s unner ’m ’a klaina baimly, un doh shtate now ’n grosser hickory bawm. Ich wooner eb ich now wocker bin odder eb ich yusht om drawma bin? Is ennich ebber um der wæg os mer ’s sawga con? Ich bin now yusht about ferhootled! Es is yusht ea ding os ich du con un sell is heme gæ tzu der olt fraw—se con mer ’s exactly sawga eb ich wocker bin odder eb ich om shlofa un drawma bin. Wann ich om shlofa bin don insure ich ’s aw os ich ordlich in a hurry uf weck wann ich amohl unner de range fun miner olty coom.
[Music.—Exit, L. H.]
Lorrenna, now a woman, enters R. H.
Lor. Yaw, ’s is hord. Ich hob kæ eltra g’hot sidder os ich ’n gons klæ maidly war. ’N gooty aunt hut for mich g’sorrickd un hut mer plenty fermaucht, awer now, olles os ich hob mus ich uf gevva wann ich net agree ’n mon tzu hira os mer gor net aw shtate. Oh, my ormer dawdy! We ar sell shrivas g’signed hut, we ich noch gons klæ war, hut ar net gawist wass for ’n troovel os ar uf mich bringt.
Knickerbocker and Alice enter L. H. arm in arm. They are much more corpulent than when seen in Act I and dressed in modern attire,—Alice in the extreme of former fashion.
Knick. Decide according tzu’m bashta fershtond. Weis war anyhow net shwartz. Nemond hut mer my argument answera kenna. (Speaking as entering.) Coom—ei Lorrenna, bisht aw doh? Awer du gooksht os wann du im troovel wærsht. Wo faild ’s? Shwetz rous—is ebbas letz?
Lor. Ich bin der feel donk shuldich for wass, os du proweert husht tzu du for mich. Awer ich bin im troovel, un ich con ’s net helfa. My troovel is weaga dem Herman Van Slaus—
Alice. Ich wase exactly wo ’s fail’d. Es hut mich aw shun orrick feel gatroovel’d un hob aw feel shlofe ferlora weaga deer—
Knick. Yaw, sell is wohr. De Alice un ich hen shun uft derweaga g’shwetzt—awer, si goots moots—
Alice. Yaw, si goots moots—es coom’d ferleich noch olles recht—geb net uf—
Lor. Der Gustaffe—ar is der ainsich mon os ich im sin hob tzu hira.
Knick. Un der Gustaffe is aw able olles recht tzu maucha. Si shiff is all recht, un wann ’m nix abbordichs happened don is ar aw ’n orrick reicher mon. So feel os ich hob ous finna kenna, is[23] si shiff shun aw galand in Nei Yorrick un in a pawr dawg coomd ar aw os ’d ’n selwer sana consht.
Lor. Sell is tzu goot ’s tzu glawa. Bisht now sure os ar all recht is, un os ar coomd?
Knick. Sure? Of course bin ich ’s sure, so now, si mer goots moots. (A knock is heard.)
Knick. Horrich! Ebber coom’d now. ’S date mich gor net woonera wann ’s der Gustaffe wær—odder ebber soonsht—
Enter Sophia L. H.
Soph. Der Hermon Van Slaus is drous in der front shtoob un ar date eich garn sana.
Alice. Sell is awer net der mon os mer expect hen.
Knick. Der sohn fum olta Van Slaus! We mer der deifel nennt coomd ar sure ols aw garennd.
Soph. Un ar wær garn introduced doh by eich.
Knick. Well, luss ’n ri cooma. ’N airlicher mon brauch sich net for ’m deifel selwer farrichta.
[Exit Sophia, L.
Lor. Un ich glawb ich mauch mich ous ’m wæg—gæ in ’n onnery shtoob——
Knick. All recht. Luss des ding yusht tzu meer—ich con ’n mannetsha. Ar is ’n ferflomter rascal, un ar gait mer aw noch in ’n orrick haiser plotz—ich insures os ae du’t.
Alice. Un now mind—luss ’n net ahead cooma. Mauch kortzy arwet mit ’m.
Knick. Uf sell consht dich ferlussa.
Enter Herman, L. H.
Her. Doh bin ich noch amohl. De tzeit is now cooma for secura wass my recht is according tzu law, un ’s is net derwært os ennich ebber proweert mich lenger drous tzu halta.
Knick. Well, mer wella don amohl sana derweaga. Ea ding bin ich sure, un sell is os ’s maidle net im sin hut era fermaiga uf tzu gevva, un du consht dich aw druf ferlussa os du se net hawa consht for ’n fraw. Du bisht net exactly der mon doe so’n fines maidle we de Lorrenna.
Herr. Ains odder ’s onner mus se du, un se con sich net helfa. Du waisht selwer os de law uf miner side is—mind sell—ich hob de law uf miner side.
Knick. Es con si os ’s is we du sawgsht. De law du’t ebmohls acta in favor fun spitz-boova.
Herm. Du consht awer net ferlaigna os sell shreivas de gons bisness settled.
Knick. Oh, nay, ich ferlaigle nix. Der Olt Rip hut sell shreivas g’signed. De fact is, ich wase os ar hut, for ich war net orrick weit ob we ar ’s gadu hut. Un ich wase aw os ar net compus mentis war we di ous g’shpeelter dawdy een in de bisness ni gaplaudert[24] hut. Ich wase os ar der advantage g’nooma hut fum Rip, un os ’s gonsa ding nix is os ’n batroog, un os ebber de penitentiary ferdeend hut.
Herm. Ich bin net cooma, for insult tzu wærra. Ich bin cooma for justice according tzu der law. De Lorrenna is my, odder all era property is my, un der kennt du mitnonner wass der wet. Sell is ’s shreivas un sell is de law.
[Exit L. H.
Knick. Well, yusht gæ—un gæ tzu’m deifel wo’d onna g’harshd. De Lorrenna gricksht anyhow net, un so long os ich brod hob for se sull se aw kæ noat leida.
Lorrenna enters, with Alice, R.
Lor. Ich sæ du bisht ’n lose—der weesht ketzer.
Knick. Well, yaw, so weit. Awer, ar shticht dertzu we ’n shill-krut in era shawl, un ’s is mer bong ar gebt uns om end noch troovel.
Alice. Un der recht wæg wær wann ar widder coomd ’n kessel ful hase wasser uf ’n ous laira. Awer ich mus der ebbas sawga. We mer tzu’m fenshter nous gagookt hen, is ’n orrick finer yunger mon dorrich ’s shteddle g’ridda, un ’s date mich gor net ferwoonera wann ’s——
Gustaffe rushes in, L. H.
Lor. [Hurries to him.] Ei, so g’wiss ich labe, ’s is dich! My leever Gustaffe!
Gust. (Embracing her.) Un doh fin ich now my eagner hoonich—de Lorrenna—Lorrenna!
Knick. Ei Gustaffe—des gookt mer sheer os wann ’d about so orrick uf de Lorrenna wærsht os yeamohls.
Gust. Un Knickerbocker—du gooksht ivver ous frish un g’sund. We coomsht ols aw, anyhow?
Knick. Well, ich con anyhow net clawga. Du waisht, ich bin evva ’n Shquire, un orrick hoch aw g’sæ by de leit. Awer fun sellam wella mer now nix sawga. Sidder os de Lorrenna un der Gustaffe by nonner sin hen meer kæ bisnese mæ doh. [Exit Knickerbocker and Alice.
Gust. Un now, Lorrenna, es dinkt mich du gooksht os wann ebbas letz wær—wo faild ’s?
Lor. Yaw, es is ordlich feel letz. Ich bin im troovel. Es con net si os ich di fraw geb. Ich hob nix un bin awrm. Der troovel is os my ormer dawdy for yohra tzurick ’n shreivas g’signed hut os mer now all my fermaiga weck nemt.
Gust. Awer Lorrenna, ich bin net uf fernmaiga ous—my mainung is os ich dich hira will—net di lond un geld un rints fee. Un now sawg ich, bisht reich odder awrm, os du evva doch my eagny seesy Lorrenna bisht.
Lor. Ich con awer net helfa os des ding mich troovelt. Ich will now olles tzu meim goota uncle lussa—we ar mer sawgt so will ich du.
[Exit R. H.
Seth Slough, the landlord enters from the Hotel.—Loud shouts, L. H. 3 E.
Seth. Well, ich denk de ’lection is about ferbei. Wann de temperance, leit ’s g’winna, don geb ich uf un ferkawf ous, for d’no shtate ’n wært odder ’n saloon keeper net so feel chance os ’n mook im a g’witter shtorm. [Laugh U. E. R.] Hullo—wær der deihenker is don dar olt ding doh? Ar gookt os wann ar about fooftzich yohr dode wær g’west un d’no ous ’m grawb rous g’fetsht for ’s temperance ticket tzu vota.
[Music.—Enter male and female villagers, laughing.—Enter Rip,—they gather round him.
Rip. Wo ich war is wass mich now woonert? Sawg, eer leit, kent er deitsh shwetza?
Villagers. Haw, haw, haw.
1st. Vill. Sawg, du, olter ding, husht nix g’sana fum ’a olta shpinrawd odder ebbas fun seller awrt ommanot doh rumm shpringa?
Rip. Nay, ich hob kæ so’n ding sana doh rumm shpringa.
Villagers. Haw, haw.
1st Villager. Un wær is di bolweerer? Un wann husht ’n ’s letsht mehl gapatronized?
Rip. De saucha con ich net fershtæ, es gookt olles so ferennert sidder geshter owet—un ich aw—my bawrd is by chucks sheer so long os ’n ku shwans, un aw sheer shnæ weis!
Seth. (Coming down.) Now, sawg du olter mon—ich denk du besser gaisht hame un wesht dich un lusht dich bolweera.
Rip. Oh, never mind. My olty wærd mich shun bolweera wann ich hame coom. Awer, wo der bettle is my haimet? Ich bin about om plotz wo ’s ols war, awer ’s is net doh un ich bin a wennich os we ferhootled. Un now, sawg mer amohl, woonsht ommanot doh naigsht om Blowa Barrick?
Seth. Ei, of course wohn ich doh.
Rip. Don consht mer ferleicht sawga wo ich wohn?
Seth. According tzu diner appearance date ich sawga du woonsht narryats abbordich except ebmohls doh un ’n onners mohl dort.
Rip. Awer now for de wohret. Du wohnsht ommanot doh in der nochbershaft fum barrick—net so?
Seth. Be sure du ich.
Rip. Un waisht net os ich aw ommanot doh wohn?
Seth. Nay, de krenk will ich krega wann ich sell wase. Es date mich awer gor net ferwoonera wann du ous ’m olt Noah siner orrich g’shloopt wærsht.
Rip. Is ’s don now miglich os du nix fun Rip Van Winkle waisht?
Seth. Rip Van Winkle! Der gresht whiskey siffer im gonsa shtate.
Rip. Sell is a fact—sell maned der Rip—du husht recht.
Seth. Yaw, ich hob shun uft fun ’m g’hared. Der olt ding is awer dode—shun de tzwansich yohr.
Rip. So so. Demnoch bin ich dode, un ich expect os sell aw so is. Es du’t mer awer doch laid, for der Olt Rip war ’n ordlich gooter karl—anyhow.
Seth. Un ich wet yusht ’s het orrick feel so karls doh om Blowa Barrick, for d’no het mer aw plenty gooty customers—for ar hut whiskey g’nunk sowfa kenna for ’n grose meel rawd tzu runna.
Rip. Awer now, di g’shwetz fun weaga whiskey maucht mich so dorshtich feela os wann ich ’n gons quart sols g’fressa het.
Seth. Well don, ward a wennich—ich will der ebbas bringa—ebbas os dich uf tuned.
[Exit into house.
Rip. Un hole mich der bettle wann doh net noch ’n ferennerung is. Des doh war ’m Rory si house geshter owet [Seth re-enters] mit ’m kainich si picter uf ’m sign.
Seth. Sell is awer de ercht sort fun a ferennerung.
Rip. [Reading] “George Washington,” wær is now sell? [Taking the jug.] Well, doh gaits, tzu ’m deifel un General Washington un si fomelia un g’sundheit! So so, don is evva der olt Rip dode, un wann ar dode is, wass wærd ous siner fraw!
Seth. Oh, se is aw shun long dode. Se hut amohl ’n oder fershprengt we se drau war ’m ’a Yankee pedler Hail Columby gevva, un sell hut se ob g’fixd.
Rip. De olt fraw aw dode! Well, well, don is demnoch era tzung now aw in der eawich ruh! [Pause.] Un awer, se war evva doch my olty, un now, bin ich aw dode! Se war a wennich hord uf mich, awer weil se dode is will ich era now olles fergevva. Awer, now, sawg du—
Seth. Ich con nimmy lenger mich uf halta doh mit deer. De lection is about ferbei, un ich mus now de drinks uf setza for de boova.
Re-enter Villagers, shouting, R. H.
Seth. Doh, boova, was denkt er now fun dem olta ding doh? Ich geb ’n uf.
[Exit into house.
2d. Vill. Bisht du ’n Democrawt odder ’n Republican?
Rip. De wohret tzu sawga, ich bin a wennich fermixd—
2d. Vill. Well, awer wass sin di politics?
Rip. Oh, my politics? Dort bin ich all recht—ich shtick so goot os amohl tzum kainich fum lond. Hurra for der Kainich George!
Villagers. ’N olter tory is ar! Weck wit ’m—mauch ’n dode—fersowf ’n im meel dom!
Music.—They seize Rip and are about hurrying him off when Gustaffe rushes from L. 1 E. and throws them off.
Gust. Tzurick doh, eer cowards.
Omnes. Cowards! Sawg sell nochamohl!
Gust. Yaw, ich sawg ’s nochamohl. Nemond os ’n coward date so ’n olter gro-keppicher mon so abusa.
Rip. Yaw, yaw, sell is so!
Gust. Un now, tzurick mit eich! Wann aner fun eich den olta mon now yusht aw raigt, don ferlusst eich druf os ich aw derbei bin. [Drives them off.] Un now, sawg mer, olter mon, wass husht gadu os se dich hen abusa wella?
Rip. Ei ich wase ’s g’wiss net. Waisht du’s?
Gust. Es coom’d mer fore du wærsht a wennich uf g’mixd. Con ich ebbas du for dich?
Rip. Well, yaw. Si now so goot un sawg mer wo ich wohn. Sell is about all os ich wissa will.
Gust. Ei waisht du’s net?
Rip. Nay, be dam wann ich du!
Gust. Wass is don di nawma?
Rip. Ei ich was ols der Rip Van Winkle.
Gust. Der Rip Van Winkle! Awer sell is unmiglich.
Rip. Well, ich wase net we ’s is. Ich date by chucks glawb ich selwer net dertzu shwaira.
Gust. Awer sawg mer, husht du ’n duchter?
Rip. Besure hob ich—de Lorrenna, ’n ivver ous shmarty duchter, un hob aw ’n sohn—awer de duchter is ’n maidle.
Gust. Un b’sinnsht dich druf os ’d yeamohls ’n shreivas g’signed husht os di duchter aner Herman Van Slaus hira mus?
Rip. Oh, yaw, ich wase ’s goot, we der Shquire Van Slaus geshter on my house cooma is un hut mich maucha my nawma uf sell bobbeer shreiva—awer ich war evva g’suffa.
Gust. Geshter owet! Der awrm mon! Ar is net by seim fershtond—awer ich bin doch now g’satisfied os ’s een is. Coom, olter mon, coom mit meer!
Rip. Awer so wid mich onna nemma?
Gust. Tzu diner duchter.——
Rip. Yaw, yaw—yaw well, du’s; nem mich tzu era. Ich bin so ferennert os ’s mer bong is os se mich aw fergessa hut. Awer, nay, ’s con net si os se era eagner dawdy fergest. Coom, coom on!
Knickerbocker, Alice and Lorrenna enter, R.
Knick. Hurrah for unser side! Mer hen se gabutta! Bin in de in de Samly ni g’lect warra yusht we gor nix!
Alice. Wær is elect?
Knick. Ich selwer bin elect? Hurrah for de hurrah! Ich feel so goot os wann ich nuf in der mond ni jumpa kent. (Dances.) Fall-lal-lal-la.——
Enter Herman, L.
Knick. Well, wass der deifel bringt dich widder doh har?
Herm. Ich bin cooma for ’m mailde era hond odder era arbshaft—’s maucht mer nix ous wellas.
Alice. Slawg ’n um—ich feel os wan ich ’m de awga ous ’m kup rous reisa kent——
Herm. Awer now, Mr. Knickerbocker——
Knick. Der Semly mon fun Macungie, wann’d so goot si wid!
Herm. Der Judge fun der Court is heit im shteddle, un ar is aw ready for des ding tzu decida in my favor according tzu der law—for de law is all uf miner side. Un d’no wann ’s amohl decide is don will ich aw my rechta hawa, according tzu justice.
Knick. Well, du finnsht mich ready fore ’m Judge. Ich hob awer aw im sin ’n aid tzu nermna un tzeigniss gevva—Ich wase aw a wennich ebbas (Aside.) Awer es is mer doch bong os ’s om end letz gait, un ich feel net goot derweaga.
Lor. Uncle—leever uncle, wass is now tzu du in dem troovel?
Knick. Tzu du? Dei arbshaft is so goot os ferlora. Awer, du bleibsht mer frei, un so long os ich labe——
Gust. (Entering.) Hurrah! Hurrah for dich der Knickerbocker is all recht——
Knick. Un fergess ’s net os ich now ’n Semly mon bin—ni g’lect beim freia un independenta fulk, un ’s is mæ air in so ’m ’a omt os wann ich ’n kainich gabora wær.
[Exeunt R. H.
Music.—The Judge discovered in C., seated.—The galleries filled with auditors.—Herman, L. H.—Knickerbocker R.
Judge. Well, now, Mr. Knickerbocker, bring amohl sell maidle fore de Court.
[Knickerbocker goes off, and returns with Lorrenna and Alice, R. H. 1 E.
Judge. Geb denna weibsleit shteel os se sich setza kenna.
[Lorrenna and Alice sit on R. H.
Herm. Un now, Judge, de tzeit is cooma os ich entitled bin tzu justice. Es is now tzwansich yohr sidder des bobeer g’signed is warra tzwisha meim dawdy un ’m dawdy fun dem maidle doh un according tzu dem agreement is all era arbshaft my property. [Presents document to the Judge.
Judge. [Reading] “Agreed tzwisha ’m Derrick Van Slaus, Esquire, un ’m Rip Van Winkle, os der Herman Van Slaus un de[29] Lorrenna Van Winkle engaged sin for hira wann se all tzwæ uf elt sin. Un wann anes fun ena ous back’d don is ’s agreed os ’s onner entitled is tzu’m property fun sellam os so ous back’d.
Rip Van Winkle,
Herman Van Slaus.”
Awer doh is noch maner: “Wann awer der Rip Van Winkle inside fun tzwansich yohr un ea dawg des agreement refusa will, don hut ar ’s recht so tzu du.
Derrick Van Slaus.”
Des bobbeer is all recht. Der Rip Van Winkle con of course net refusa weil ar shun long dode is. Is now ebber doh os uf aid batzeiga con os des doh ’m Rip Van Winkle si nawma is—os ar ’n selwer g’shrivva hut?
Herm. Der Knickerbocker wase ’s selwer os der nawma all recht is—g’shrivva beim Rip Van Winkle, un wann ar airlich is don sawgt ar aw so.
Knick. Airlich! Du bisht mer now ’n shaner ding for doh in de Court cooma un shwetza fun airlichkeit! Un now, sawg mer amohl, we un uf wass for ’n waig is seller nawma grickt warra?
Herm. Ei weil der Rip Van Winkle hut hawa wella os si duchter goot fersorrick’d wærra sul, un ar hut des very ding proposed tzu meim fershtorwena dawdy——
Knick. Sell is ’n ferflomty leeg.
Judge. Coom now, nemond darraf ’n onnerer ’n ligner hasa in dara Court.
Herm. Now, Judge, consht sana wass for leit os des sin de mich ous mina rechta batreega wella.
Lor. (Comes down stage.) All my huffnung is demnoch om end. Alles fore mer is doonkle in——
Herm. (Advances.) Tzuletsht du ich g’winna! Un now, Lorrenna, di hond odder di arbshaft!
Lor. My hond? Nay, my hond is net for dich. Ormoot, kronkheit, troovel—ennich ebbas os mer happena con, awer net my hond tzu deer!
Judge. Well don, doh is ’m Rip Van Winkle si hind shrivas. Es is net ferlaig’nt, un of course, der contract mus ous g’feerd wærra.
Lor. Oh, Alice! Nem mich hame. Dode odder ennich ebbas, leever os mich aw shleesa on den hesslicha mon! [She is led off by Alice, R. H.
Knick. Ei Judge—tzu’m dooner wedder—
Judge. Mr. Knickerbocker!
Knick. Excuse mich—ich mane kæ insult tzu der Court—ich——
Judge. Un ich hob decide, Mr. Knickerbocker.
Knick. So, so, du husht decide. Well. Awer ich luss ’s net derbei. Ich nem ’n appeal on a haichery Court. Ich bin now ’n Semly mon, un wann de law is os so ’n klutz we du ’n Jusge si con don gæ ich nei for ’n hocher tox uf hemlock un gail pine!
[Exit in a rage.
Judge. Tzwansich yohr un ea dawg—sell is de exact tzeit according tzu dem bobbeer, un weil der Rip dode is con ar ’s aw net widderrufa——
Herm. Un de tzeit is so goot os ferflussa—yusht noch a pawr shtoond—un my case is so clear os ar si con.
Enter Gustaffe and Rip L. H.
Gust. Si net gons so orrick in a hurry! De tzeit is net gons uf—mer hen ols noch pawr shtoond, un doh is der Rip Van Winkle selwer un ar con des ding uf amohl settla.
Omnes. Der Rip Van Winkle!
Herm. Du, du, der Rip Van Winkle? Sell is unmiglich, unmiglich os mon os shun tzwansich yohr dode is.——
Rip. Net exactly unmiglich. De fact is, ich consider awfongs, gor nix unmiglich mit ’m Rip Van Winkle. Se sawga ich wær dode, awer ich bin uf der mainung os se a wennich ferhootled sin derweaga. Anyhow, doh bin ich—un ich denk yusht in tzeit for dich settla un hame shicka.
Herm. Wann ’s now wohr in os des der Rip Van Winkle is, don luss uns aw wissa wo ar fershteckl’d war in all denna tzwansich yohr.
Judge. Well was sawgsht tzu sellam?
Rip. Ei all os ich wase derfu is des: Geshter owet bin ich evva nuf in der Blowa Barrick, un dort war ’n set orrick coryose un looshtiche karls, un ich bin mit ena g’suffa warra, un we ich den morya tzurick in ’s shteddle cooma bin hob ich ous g’foona os ich tzwansich yohr dode war.
Herm. Hærsht now selly shtory?
Judge. Of course, at is ’n olter loafer un ’n batreeger, un ich denk mer besser shickt ’n in de jail—sell is der recht plotz for so karls.
Gust. Ward noch a wennich, Mister Judge. Ward bis ich si eaga kint un si shweshter for de Court bring.
[Exit, R.
Herm. Wann ’s wohr wær os du der Rip Van Winkle bisht don bin ich sure oc doch ebber doh um der waig wær os dich kenna date.
Rip. Ei be sure kenna se mich. Olly leit in der nochbershaft fum Blowa Barrick kenna mich. [All gather around him and shake their heads.] Nay, nay, de leit ken ich net, un se kenna mich aw net! Geshter war kæ hoond im shteddle os net g’shwensled hut we ich um der wæg war, awer heit du’n se all on mich gowtza. Der Shneider is aw net doh. Wann ar doh wær bin ich sure os ar mich kenna date. Un geshter war aw kæ klæ kint im shteddle os mich net gakent hut, un fro war wann ich cooma bin, un se sin mer ols uf ’s k’nee nuf gacroddled un hen sich ferweild mit meim bawrd, awer now, wann se mich sana sin se fergelshtert un shpringa derfu! Is es don so g’shwint os de leit ame fergessa! Nemond is um der wæg os der Rip Van Winkle kent!
Herm. Sell is ’a fact, dich kenna de leit net!
Rip. Un husht aw fergessa we ich di lava g’safe’d hob sellamohls we’d in der meel dom g’falla bisht?
Herm. Wass! Ei——we——
Rip. Be sure husht ’s fergessa. Es is der gabrauch sheins os mer all so saucha fergest.
Herm. (Aside.) Wann ’s om end now een is! [Aloud.] Well, now, Judge, ich demand my rechta, un ich bin now entitled tzu judgment!
Judge. Halt a wennich. Wann ’s wohr is os du der Rip Van Winkle bisht, don setsht aw ’n bobbeer hawa we des doh—’n copy derfu. Now, husht so ’n bobbeer?
Rip. Bobbeer! Ich wase ’s net. Der Shquire Van Slaus hut mer geshter owet ’n bobbeer gevva un ich hob ’s doh in my inwendicher jacket sock ni g’shteckd—awra ich denk ich hob ’s ferlora. (Feeling for it.) Nay, nay, doh is ’s—des is ’s very same bobbeer. [Gives it to the Judge, who reads it.
Judge. Yaw es is so—des is der Rip Van Winkle, des bobbeer doh prooft ’s. [All gather round and shake hands with him.
Rip. Un now kenna se mich widder! Mer set doch now net maina os ’s si kent!
Herm. Der Rip Van Winkle levendich! Don bin ich ous g’shpeeld, uf g’used un obgawickled!
Gust. [Without.] Mauch plotz boova, mer cooma—’s kint will nochamohl dawdy sana!
Enter Gustaffe, with Lorrenna, Alice and Knickerbocker.
Lor. Oh my dawdy—my gooter olter dawdy!
[Embraces Rip.
Rip. Bisht du now my duchter? Luss mich dich now amohl recht aw gooka! Ha, ha, doh will ich awer aw de krenk krega wann du net g’woxa bisht sidder os ich dich ’s letsht mohl g’sana hob—yusht eb ich nuf in der barrick gonga bin geshter owet! Awer now, wær is don des doh?
Alice. Ei, bruder!
Rip. Alice, by jinks, geb mer de hond! [Shakes cordially.] Un wær is des?
Alice. Des? Des is der Knickerbocker, my mon.
Rip. Ei Knick, is sell miglich? [Shakes hands.] De Alice is so grose un so dick os we ’n booter fos—un awer wo is don my klanes boovelly?
Knick. Ar is aw um der waig—doh coom’d er?
Enter Rip van Winkle, Jr., R. 1 E.
Rip. Un is des doh now ’s bubbaly? Coom, Rippy, du shmarts hoondly—ich bin di dawdy! Des beat now olles—du’t ’s now net?
Knick. Awer now sawg uns, Rip, wo der bettle warsht all de letshty tzwansich yohr? Geb uns now all de particulars fun dina travels.
Rip. Ich will, ich will—ich sawg eich now olles os ich wase un sell is os ich evva now doh bin—war de gons letsht naucht im barrick un hob a while g’shlofa, un we ich den morya rooner cooma bin ins shteddle is mer ’s fore cooma os olles ferennert wær un os de leit im sin hetta all tzurick tzu gæ uf mich. Un sell is now olles os ich wase, un now, luss uns amohl de drinks nemma mitnonner, uh doh gaits for uns all tzum deifel, for de ladies un de gentlemenner un de boova un de maid un all de fomelias un g’sundheit un long’s lava.