Do you remember entering into a contract, binding your daughter to marry Herman Van Slaus?
Rip.
Oh! I remember, de burgomaster came to my house last night mit a paper, and I wrote my name down on it, but I was drunk.
Gustaffe.
Last night! His brain wanders: yet it must be he; come, come with me, old man.
Rip.
Where are you going to take me to?
Gustaffe.
Your daughter.
Rip.