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!