145 In K., “_and pointing at_ RIP, _who comes_ on.” 146 In K., “Vhere I was I wonder? my kneiber freunds, sprechen sie deutsch?” 147 Not in K. 148 Not in K. After “who is he,” read, “I do not know him, but—” and continue with next Rip speech. 149 “But, now, I’m going to ask a ticklish question” in K. This speech is in dialect in K. 150 In K., “is his old voman dead too?” SETH. No. She’s alive and kicking. RIP. Kicking—yes, she always vas dat. SETH. And she’s married agin. RIP. She’s done what agin? SETH. She’s got a second husband. RIP. Second husband!—I pities the poor creetur. But there vas—vill you tell me, my friend— SETH. I can’t stop any longer, because— 151 In K., the stage directions are, “VILLAGERS _hurry on, shouting._” 152 In K., read, “Duck him—duck him.” 153 In K., read, “_Music. All are rushing on_ RIP.—GUSTAVE _enters._” 154 In K., read, are you not ashamed—a score of you to attack a single man? RIP. [_Aside._] Yes. I am a single man—now my vife is marry agin; dat is a fact! From this point, the two plays differ so that what remains in Kerr is here reproduced. GUSTAVE. And a poor old, gray-haired man. RIP. Yes, I am poor, dat is a fact; but I know I’m not old, and I can’t be gray-haired. GUSTAVE. Take yourselves off! What cause had you given them to attack you? VILLAGERS _sneak off._ RIP. I don’t know—do you? GUSTAVE. [_Smiling._] How should I— RIP. I say—vhere do I live? GUSTAVE. Don’t you know? RIP. I’m stewed fun I does. But, young man, you seems to know somezing, so, perhaps you knows Rip Van Winkle? GUSTAVE. Young Rip Van Winkle—I should think I do. RIP. [_Aside._] Here is von vhat knows me! dat is goot! GUSTAVE. I only wish his father hadn’t gone away and died, twenty years ago. RIP. [_Aside._] His fader! Ah! he means my young Rip, and I’m dead myself arter all—dat is a fact. GUSTAVE. Poor old Rip Van Winkle—perhaps you know his daughter? RIP. His daughter—yes, I tink I—and she is not dead, like her fader? GUSTAVE. No, thank heaven! and she would have been my wife before this but for— RIP. But for what, young man? _Enter_ LOWENA. LOWENA. Gustave. [_Moving to him._ GUSTAVE. Ah! dear Lowena! RIP. Lowena! Ah! dat is my daughter—and I have a son too, a lublicka boy; but my daughter is a girl, and I always lub my leetle girl so much, ven she vas only so big—and I must not hug her now to my poor heart, because she—she has got another fader—and I am dead—yes, dey all tell me dat