Enter Herman Van Slaus.
Lowena. Oh, Gustave! see, protect me from that wicked man—I will be thine, and only thine!
Herman. No, Lowena; you will be mine, for you will not be suffered to resign into my hands that fortune of which I covet the possession, but which would lose half its value to me if you come not with it.
Rip. [Aside.] Dat is young Slaus; and he is as big a tam rascal as vas his resbectable fader.
Herman. Hereafter, Lowena, I will cause you to repent that you have given a rival to the man to whom, from your very childhood, you have been pledged and bound.
Rip. Herman Van Slaus, you are bledged to old Nick, and vill never be redeemed.
Herman. Who is this miserable old wretch?
Gustave. I would kill you sooner than you should become the husband of my heart's adored.
Enter Knickerbocker and Alice.
Knickerbocker. So, there you are, Master Herman, sticking to your rascally work like a crab to its shell, as fishmongers have it.