Rip. Dere, dere, now! you can be just so happy what you like. Go in de odder room, go along mit you; I come in dere pooty quick. (Exit Gretchen and Meenie.) My! I swore off from drinking so many, many times, und I never kept my word yet. (Taking out bottle.) I don't believe dere is more as one good drink in dat bottle, anyway. It's a pity to waste it! You goin' to drink dat? Well, now, if you do, it is de last one, remember dat, old feller. Well, here is your good health, und——
(Enter Gretchen, suddenly, who snatches the bottle from him.)
Gretchen. Oh, you paltry thief!
Rip. What you doin'? You'll spill the liquor.
Gretchen. Yes, I will spill it. That's the last drop you drink under my roof!
Rip. Eh! What?
Gretchen. Out, I say! you drink no more here.
Rip. Why, Gretchen, are you goin' to turn me oud like a dog? Well, maybe you are right. I have got no home. I will go. But mind, Gretchen, after what you say to me to-night, I can nefer darken your door again—nefer; I will go.
Meenie. Not into the storm, father. Hark, how it thunders!
Rip. Yah, my child; but not as bad to me as the storm in my home. I will go. God bless you, my child! Don't you nefer forget your father.