Pennsylvania Dutch Rip Van Winkle: A romantic drama in two actsIrving, Washington
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Pennsylvania Dutch Rip Van Winkle: A romantic drama in two acts
Irving, Washington
Fantasy drama; Pennsylvania German dialect -- Texts; Van Winkle, Rip (Fictitious character) -- Drama
_Her._ Doh bin ich noch amohl. De tzeit is now cooma for secura wass my
recht is according tzu law, un ’s is net derwært os ennich ebber proweert
mich lenger drous tzu halta.
_Knick._ Well, mer wella don amohl sana derweaga. Ea ding bin ich sure,
un sell is os ’s maidle net im sin hut era fermaiga uf tzu gevva, un du
consht dich aw druf ferlussa os du se net hawa consht for ’n fraw. Du
bisht net exactly der mon doe so’n fines maidle we de Lorrenna.
_Herr._ Ains odder ’s onner mus se du, un se con sich net helfa. Du
waisht selwer os de law uf miner side is--mind sell--ich hob de law uf
miner side.
_Knick._ Es con si os ’s is we du sawgsht. De law du’t ebmohls acta in
favor fun spitz-boova.
_Herm._ Du consht awer net ferlaigna os sell shreivas de gons bisness
settled.
_Knick._ Oh, nay, ich ferlaigle nix. Der Olt Rip hut sell shreivas
g’signed. De fact is, ich wase os ar hut, for ich war net orrick weit
ob we ar ’s gadu hut. Un ich wase aw os ar net compus mentis war we di
ous g’shpeelter dawdy een in de bisness ni gaplaudert hut. Ich wase os
ar der advantage g’nooma hut fum Rip, un os ’s gonsa ding nix is os ’n
batroog, un os ebber de penitentiary ferdeend hut.
_Herm._ Ich bin net cooma, for insult tzu wærra. Ich bin cooma for
justice according tzu der law. De Lorrenna is my, odder all era property
is my, un der kennt du mitnonner wass der wet. Sell is ’s shreivas un
sell is de law.
[_Exit L. H._
_Knick._ Well, yusht gæ--un gæ tzu’m deifel wo’d onna g’harshd. De
Lorrenna gricksht anyhow net, un so long os ich brod hob for se sull se
aw kæ noat leida.
_LORRENNA enters, with ALICE, R._
_Lor._ Ich sæ du bisht ’n lose--der weesht ketzer.
_Knick._ Well, yaw, so weit. Awer, ar shticht dertzu we ’n shill-krut in
era shawl, un ’s is mer bong ar gebt uns om end noch troovel.
_Alice._ Un der recht wæg wær wann ar widder coomd ’n kessel ful hase
wasser uf ’n ous laira. Awer ich mus der ebbas sawga. We mer tzu’m
fenshter nous gagookt hen, is ’n orrick finer yunger mon dorrich ’s
shteddle g’ridda, un ’s date mich gor net ferwoonera wann ’s----
_GUSTAFFE rushes in, L. H._
_Lor._ [_Hurries to him._] Ei, so g’wiss ich labe, ’s is dich! My leever
Gustaffe!
_Gust._ (_Embracing her._) Un doh fin ich now my eagner hoonich--de
Lorrenna--Lorrenna!
_Knick._ Ei Gustaffe--des gookt mer sheer os wann ’d about so orrick uf
de Lorrenna wærsht os yeamohls.
_Gust._ Un Knickerbocker--du gooksht ivver ous frish un g’sund. We
coomsht ols aw, anyhow?
_Knick._ Well, ich con anyhow net clawga. Du waisht, ich bin evva ’n
Shquire, un orrick hoch aw g’sæ by de leit. Awer fun sellam wella mer now
nix sawga. Sidder os de Lorrenna un der Gustaffe by nonner sin hen meer
kæ bisnese mæ doh. [_Exit KNICKERBOCKER and ALICE._
_Gust._ Un now, Lorrenna, es dinkt mich du gooksht os wann ebbas letz
wær--wo faild ’s?
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