SCENE V.—Dark.—The Sleepy Hollow, in the bosom of the mountains occupying the extreme extent of the stage,—stunted trees, fragments of rocks in various parts.—Moon in the horizon; the entrance to this wild recess being by an opening from the abyss in the rear of the glen.
Music.—Grotesque Dutch figures with enormous masked heads and lofty tapering hats, discovered playing at cards in various places, others at dutch pins—battledores and shuttlecocks—the majority seated on a rock drinking and smoking.
Gauderkin. Heit is unser fire dawg. Fooftzich yohr is unser tzeit im barrick doh, un luss uns all now looshtich si.
Icken. De froke is now weaga ’m fowla ding, os mer im owet hen nooner g’shickt for ebbas fun der goota schnappsish awrt—wo war ar g’west de longa tzeit?
Gaud. Ferleicht hut ebber eem troovel g’maucht—
Icken. Wann sell so is, was sawgt er now; we long un wass for ’n awrt de shtrofe?
Gaud. Tzwansich yohr im doda shlofe. Awer wann ar goot g’noddoord un looshtich is, don luss ’n goots gadrawm enjoya.
Icken. Unser bruder coom’d—dort coomd ar ivver de felsa ruf, un mit ’m coomd ’n fremmer ding in mensha g’shtalt.
Omnes. Tzwansich yohr im doda shlofe. Sell is now dem ding si shtrofe. Ar coom’d, ar coom’d—sei’d all now shtill, doh coomd ar now.