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.