Representative Plays by American Dramatists: 1856-1911: Rip van: WinkleBurke, Charles
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Representative Plays by American Dramatists: 1856-1911: Rip van: Winkle
Burke, Charles
American drama
Your wife, Rip?
RIP.
Manage mine [frow](13)? Can you fly to de moon on a [paper](14) kite?
Can you drink all de beer and brandy-wine at one gulp? when you can do
dat, mine goot [im himmel](15) you can manage mine [frow]. [_All
laugh._(16)
RORY.
Take one glass, Rip.(17)
RIP.
No, I won’t touch him.
VEDDER.
Come, come, lay hold.
RIP.
Now I’ll be [d——d fun](18) I does.
VEDDER.
Well, if you won’t. [_All go to table but_ RIP.
RIP.
Dere is [a](19) drinks, dere is [a] drinks; I have [conquered](20)
temptation at last. Bravo resolution! bravo resolution; resolution, you
shall have one glass for dat.(21) [_Goes to table._
OMNES.
Ha, ha, ha!
RORY.
Here, Rip, here’s a glass at your service, and as for the contents I’ll
warrant it genuine and no mistake. [_Gives_ RIP_ a cup._
RIP.
Rory, here is your [go-to-hell],(22) unt your family’s [go-to-hell], un
may you all live long unt [prosper].(23)
RORY.
Come, Rip, give us a stave.
VEDDER.
Yes, yes, Rip, a stave, for the old dame will be after you soon and then
we will all have to make a clearance.
RIP.
Oh, tunner wasser! [won’t](24) my old woman skin me when I get home.
VEDDER AND RORY.
Ha, ha, ha! come, the song, the song.
RIP.
Well, here is Rip Van Winkle’s warning to all single fellows.
SONG.—RIP.
List, my friends, to caution’s voice,
Ere de marriage knot you tie;
It is [the devil],(25) mit shrews to splice,
Dat nobody can deny, deny,
Dat nobody can deny.
_Chorus._—That nobody can deny, &c.
When a wife to rule once wishes,
Mit poor spouse ’tis all my eye,
I’m [d——d](26) if she don’t wear de breeches,
Dat nobody can deny, deny,
Dat nobody can deny.
_Chorus._—That nobody can deny, &c.
Yet dere is a charm about dem,
Do dere voices are so high
We can’t do mit’em, [_Pause._
Nor we can’t do mit-out ’em,
Dat nobody can deny, deny,
Dat nobody can deny.
_Chorus._—That nobody can deny, &c.(27)
DAME.
[_Without._] Rip, Rip! I’ll stretch your ears when I get hold of them.
RIP.
[Mine goot im himmel],(28) dere is my frow.
DAME.
[_Without._] Rip! you lazy varmint! Rip!
RIP.
[_Gets under the table with bottle._] Look out, boys! de wild cat’s
coming.
_Music._—VEDDER, RORY _and_ CLAUSEN, _at table._—_Enter_ DAME, _with a
stick._
DAME.
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