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?