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.
SCENE V.— Dark.—The Sleepy Hollow, in the bosom of the mountains occupying the extreme extent of the stage,—stunted trees, fragments of rocks in various parts.—Moon in the horizon; the entrance to this wild recess being by an opening from the abyss in the rear of the glen.
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?