Judge. Yaw es is so—des is der Rip Van Winkle, des bobbeer doh prooft ’s. [All gather round and shake hands with him.
Rip. Un now kenna se mich widder! Mer set doch now net maina os ’s si kent!
Herm. Der Rip Van Winkle levendich! Don bin ich ous g’shpeeld, uf g’used un obgawickled!
Gust. [Without.] Mauch plotz boova, mer cooma—’s kint will nochamohl dawdy sana!
Enter Gustaffe, with Lorrenna, Alice and Knickerbocker.
Lor. Oh my dawdy—my gooter olter dawdy!
[Embraces Rip.
Rip. Bisht du now my duchter? Luss mich dich now amohl recht aw gooka! Ha, ha, doh will ich awer aw de krenk krega wann du net g’woxa bisht sidder os ich dich ’s letsht mohl g’sana hob—yusht eb ich nuf in der barrick gonga bin geshter owet! Awer now, wær is don des doh?
Alice. Ei, bruder!
Rip. Alice, by jinks, geb mer de hond! [Shakes cordially.] Un wær is des?