Rip. Ha, ha! Then my poor frau is a vidder, with two husbands, an' she ain't got none at all.
Herman. It is Rip Van Winkle, and alive!
Rip. Yes, and to the best of my belief, I have not never been dead at all.
Herman. And I am left to poverty and despair. [Exit.
Rip. And serve you right too—I'm stewed fun dat is fact. [Looking round.] But I had a leetle boy, last night—vhere is my young baby boy, my leetle Rip?
Alice. I saw him just now—oh, here he is.
Enter, young Rip Van Winkle, a very tall young man.
Rip. Is dat my leetle baby boy? How he is grown since last night. Come here, you young Rip. I am your fader. Vell, he is much like me—he is a beautiful leetle boy.
Knickerbocker. But tell us, Rip, where have you hid yourself for the last twenty years?
Rip. Ech woll! ech woll! Vhen I take mine glass, I vill tell mine strange story, and drink the health of mine friends—and, ladies and gentlemen, I will drink to your good hells and your future families, and may you all—and may Rip Van Winkle too—live long and brosber.