Seth. I can't stop any longer, because—
In K., read, are you not ashamed—a score of you to attack a single man?
Rip. [Aside.] Yes. I am a single man—now my vife is marry agin; dat is a fact!
From this point, the two plays differ so that what remains in Kerr is here reproduced.
Gustave. And a poor old, gray-haired man.
Rip. Yes, I am poor, dat is a fact; but I know I'm not old, and I can't be gray-haired.
Gustave. Take yourselves off! What cause had you given them to attack you?
Villagers sneak off.
Rip. I don't know—do you?
Gustave. [Smiling.] How should I—