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
is a fact! I am dead to meinself and—and I am dead to my
leetle girl.
LOWENA. Oh, yes, Gustave, it is indeed a sad misfortune for us both,
that my father should have entered into a contract which
had for its object to coerce me into becoming the wife
of Herman Van Slaus.
RIP. [_Aside._] Yes, dat is a fact. I remember, de burgomaster come
to my house last night mit a paper, and I wrote my name
down on it; but I vas trunk.
GUSTAVE. And having loved you so long, is it now impossible that you
can become my wife?
LOWENA. No, not impossible; but—oh, my poor dear father, if you had
but survived to see this day!
RIP. [_Aside._] I wish what I had—but I am dead, dat is a fact.
_Enter_ HERMAN VAN SLAUS.
LOWENA. Oh, Gustave! see, protect me from that wicked man—I will be
thine, and only thine!
HERMAN. No, Lowena; you will be _mine_, for you will not be suffered
to resign into my hands that fortune of which I covet
the possession, but which would lose half its value to
me if you come not with it.
RIP. [_Aside._] Dat is young Slaus; and he is as big a tam rascal as
vas his resbectable fader.
HERMAN. Hereafter, Lowena, I will cause you to repent that you have
given a rival to the man to whom, from your very
childhood, you have been pledged and bound.
RIP. Herman Van Slaus, _you_ are bledged to old Nick, and vill never
be redeemed.
HERMAN. Who is this miserable old wretch?
GUSTAVE. I would kill you sooner than you should become the husband
of my heart’s adored.
_Enter_ KNICKERBOCKER _and_ ALICE.
KNICKERBOCKER. So, there you are, Master Herman, sticking to your
rascally work like a crab to its shell, as fishmongers
have it.
ALICE. I should like to throw him into a saucepan of boiling water
till he was done to rags.
RIP. [_Aside._] Dat is my sister Alice—and dat is Knickerbocker—how
fat they both is got since last night! What great big
suppers they must have eat!
_Enter_ NICHOLAS VEDDER _and_ DAME VEDDER.
DAME. Oh, do try if you cannot save my poor girl!
RIP. [_Aside._] Tonner unt blitzen! dat is mein frau!
[_Retreating._] No, no! I forget—she not is mine frau
now! [_Chuckles._
DAME. Let him take half the fortune and—
VEDDER. What is that you observe?
DAME. Nothing—nothing!
VEDDER. Then don’t observe it any more.
DAME. I—I only—
VEDDER. [_Shouting._] Silence!
RIP. [_Aside._] Dat is goot! [_Laughing._] Mine frau have caught a
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