VEDDER.
Why, neighbour Rip, where have you been all day? We feared some of the
[Elfin](9) goblins of the Catskill had caught you.
RIP.
Ha, ha! I never see no ghosts, though I've fought mit _spirits_ in my
time, ha, ha!
VEDDER.
And they always throw you, eh? ha, ha!
RIP.
Dat's a fact! Ha, ha, ha!
VEDDER.
But, Rip, where have you been?
RIP.
Oh, very hard at work(10)--very busy; dere is nothing slipped [fun my
fingers as was come at abe.](11)
RORY.
They appear to have slipped through your game bag though, for it's full
of emptiness.--Ha, ha, ha!
RIP.
Ho, ho, ho! cut no jokes at my _bag_ or I'll gib you de sack.
VEDDER.
Come, Rip, sit down, take a pipe and a glass and make yourself
comfortable.
RIP.
[Nine, nine--ech con neiched--](12) it behoves a man to look after his
interest unt not drink all de while, I shall den be able to manage--
VEDDER.
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
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