_Rip._ Ei so feel os ich wase sin se marshtens drous im Blowa Barrick. De fact is, we se mich hen sana cooma mit der flint waura se ’a wennich shy, du waisht. My flint du’t aw ebmohls ferfaila, awer du ferfailsht ne net wann ich ols unner di fire coom. _Dame._ Shweffle un soltpater! We con ich all des shtanda? Wo is ’s geld for der rent mit batzawla, du loompicher, fersuffner lodle du? _Rip._ Wase g’wiss net--waisht du’s? _Dame._ ’S naigsht ding os deer happened gaisht in de jail--sell wærd’s end derfu si. _Rip._ Coom now, ’s is net derwært os mer shtreit aw fonga derweaga. Morga free is tzeit ganunk for shwetza weaga dem rent. _Dame._ Yaw, morya--es is olsfort morya mit deer; so Alice, dort hucksht aw un du’sht nix os fowlenesa, we for common--exactly we di bruder doh--der sin’d mer now yusht about ’n shanes pawr nix nootziche un waich-keppiche dinger. _Rip._ Waich-keppich? Ich denk my kup is ordlich hordt un solid, for wann ar net wær don wær ar shun long uf gaused--un sell is now ’n fact--denksht net selwer so? _Dame._ Un now, Alice, gaisht mit meer, for ich will sana wass’d gadu husht mit de kinner, for mer con sich net maner uf dich ferlussa os uf selly doppich, (_is retiring on R._,) shill-krut. _Rip._ Shill-krut! Oh, well, olty, go ahead--gæ yusht so goot de gons sow. Awer now, leevy hoonich, eb os ’d gaisht, wit net now so goot si un mer selly klæ buttle gevva os ’d geshter owet fun mer weck g’shlipt husht? _Dame._ Shweffle un soltpater! Ollaweil g’suffa un wid ols noch maner whiskey! Na, kæ druppa maner! Desmohl gricksht kæ buttle fun meer. [_Exit with ALICE, R. H._] _Rip._ Dooner uns wetter! De shwarnoat will ich krega wann ich now net glawb os se ’s all selwer g’nooma hut! Awer, ich hob ’n naws so shorf os meim hoond Shneider siney, un ich con ’s reecha fun weit ob. Now, doh gaits for amohl ’n examination dorrich den shonk. [_Music.--RIP opens the closet door cautiously and rummaging for a bottle, when he treads on KNICKERBOCKER, who roars out lustily. RIP, in his sudden alarm, upsets the porcelain and glass; and falling, rolls into the middle of the chamber, quaking in every limb, and vociferating loudly._ _Rip._ Helf, mord, mord, fire, deeb! _KNICKERBOCKER, in the interim, darts out of the closet, and beyond the consciousness of future proceeding, throws himself into the arm chair.--ALICE, entering hastily, throws a cloak over him, which hides him from observation.--DAME enters, alarmed, R. H._ _Dame._ Shweffle un soltpater! Wass is now widder lose? _Rip._ [_Raising his head cautiously._] Wass is letz! Ei ordlich feel--der deifel is dort in sellam shonk--sell is whats der matter--der deifel im letza plotz! Gott im Himmel, was kenna mer du mit ’m?