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
Tartar. De second one make her pay for de virst. Ha, ha,
ha! I’m stewed fun dat is a fact!
HERMAN. Nicholas Von Vedder, say—[_Producing paper._]—is this
contract to be fulfilled?
VEDDER. Certainly. Lowena, the time for trifling is past; you have
delayed until the very last hour, and must now at once
consent to become Herman’s wife.
LOWENA. Never! Welcome poverty, if I may be wealthy only with that
man for my husband. Whatever privations I may be made to
endure, I shall not repine; for he whom I love will
share them with me.
RIP. [_Aside._] Dat is mine own girl, I vill swear to dat.
GUSTAVE. I am poor, Lowena, but my love will give me courage to toil
manfully, and heaven will smile upon my efforts and
enable me to replace that fortune which, for my sake,
you so readily sacrifice.
HERMAN. Well, be it as you will. This document gives me a claim
which may not be evaded. [_Reads._] “We, Deidrich Van
Slous, Burgomaster, and Rip Van Winkle, desirous of
providing for the prosperity of our offspring, do hereby
mutually agree that Herman Van Slous, and Lowena Van
Winkle, shall be united on the demand of either.
Whosoever of those contracted fails in fulfilling the
agreement shall forfeit their fortune to the party
complaining.—Rip Van Winkle—Deidrich Van Slous.”
RIP. [_Aside._] Yes, dat is a fact—I remember dat baber, and I’ve
got him somevheres. [_Feels in his
pockets._
VEDDER. Lowena, I command that you consent to become Herman’s wife—I
will not suffer that your fortune be sacrificed to—
HERMAN. And here is the now useless codicil.
RIP. [_Advancing, paper in hand._] Let me read it. [_All turn
amazedly towards him._] “Should the said Rip Van Winkle
tink fit to annul dis contract vithin twenty years and a
day, he shall be at full liberty to do so.”
HERMAN. How came you by that document?
RIP. You see I’ve got it, and dat is a fact.
HERMAN. Who gave it to you?
RIP. Your old blackguard of a fader.
DAME. Oh, you are—you are—
RIP. Yes, I am—I am Rip Van Winkle! [_All start._—DAME, _with a loud
scream, falls into_ Knickerbocker’s _arms._] Dere! for
de first time in my life, I have doubled up my old
woman!
KNICKERBOCKER _carries off_ DAME.
LOWENA. Oh, it is my father—my dear, dear father! [_Runs into his
arms._
RIP. Yes, and you are mein taughter, my darling dat I always was
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