Rip.
Den I am dead and dat is a fact. Well, poor Rip is dead. I'm sorry for dat.—Rip was a goot fellow.
Seth.
I wish there was a whole grist just like him in Catskill. Why, they say he could drink rum enough in one day to swim in.
Rip.
Don't talk so much about rum; you makes me so dry as never was.
Seth.
Hold on a spell then, and I'll fetch you something to wet your whistle. [Exit into house.
Rip.
Why, here is another change! dis was Rory's house last night, [Seth re-enters.] mit de sign of George the Third.