Derric.
Sign!
Rip.
Give me de [paper][96].—[Takes it.]—How my head turns round.—[Reading.]—“Should the said Rip Van Winkle”—yah, yah! dat is me.—"Rip Van Winkle—twenty years and a day."—Oh, dat is all recht.—[Writing.]—R-i-p V-a-n—[Noise.]—Schat! you witch! W-i-n-k-l-e—now, dere he is.
Derric.
And there is the counterpart. [Gives it.
Rip.
Dis is for me, eh? I'll put him in my breast [pocket][97]—yah, yah.
Derric.
Now, Rip, I must bid you good evening.