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Burke,  Charles  St.  Thomas 

Rip  Van  Winkle 
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EIP       VAN        WINKLE: 

A    LEGEND    OF    THE    CATSKILLS. 
A  EOMANTIC  DEAMA,  IN  TWO  ACTS. 

ADAPTED  FEOM  WASHINGTON  lEVING'S  SKETCH  BOOK,  BY  CHAELES 

BUEKE. 


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Bramatis 


As  Performed  at  ihe  Arch  Street,  Phil.,  Theatre,  1850. 
ACT  I.—  1763. 


IP  VAN  WINKLE   (a   Dutch- 
man)     

NICKERBOCKER       (a      School- 


ERRIC  VAN  SLAUS  (the  Bur- 


EBXAN  VAN  SLAUS  (his  son) 
ICHOLAS  VEDDER  (friend  to 
Rip)  


Mr.  C.  Burke. 
Mr.  J.  L.  Baker. 


Mr.  Marsh. 
Mr.  Henkins. 


Mr.  Anderson. 
Wo.  340.  Dicks'  Standard  Plays. 


CLAUSEN  (friend  to  Rip)     

RORT  VAN  CLUMP  (a Landlord)... 

GrUSTAFFE 

DAME  VAN  WINKLE    

ALICE 

LORRENNA 


Mr.  Bradford. 
Mr.  Worrell. 
Mr.  Mortimorc. 
Mrs.  Hushes. 
Miss  Wood. 
Miss  E.  Jones. 
Mr.  Brown. 
Mr.  Ray. 
Mr.  Ross. 


ACT  II.-1783. 

A  lapse  of  twenty  yean  is  supposed  to  occur  between  the  First  and  Second  Acts. 


RIP  VAN  WINKLE  (the 
dreamer)     
HERMAN  VAN  SLAUS       ...     . 
SETH  SLOUGH      
KNICKERBOCKER        . 
THE  JUDGE  ... 

..     Mr.  C.  Burke. 
.     Mr.  Heukins. 
.     Mr.  J.  Jefferson. 
.     Mr.  J.  L.  Barker. 
.     Mr.  Anderson. 

GUSTAFFE  
RIP  VAN  WINKLE,  JR. 
FIRST  VILLAGER   
SECOND  VILLAGER 
ALICE  KNICKERBOCKER 

LORRENNA 

Mr.  Mortimore. 
Mr.  Stanley. 
Mr.  Thomas. 
Mr.  Sims. 
Miss  Wood. 
Miss  E.  Jones. 


O  O 


TJ  HVC  E. 


RIP.— l.*t  Drcff:  A  deer-pkin  coat  and  belt  -full  brown  breeches— deer-skin  gaiters— cap.    2nd  Du>.--s  : 

S;>jne,  but  much  worn  and  ru.ir.^'d. 

KNICKERBOCKER.-  I.:/  Dress:  Brown  -qnarc-cnt  coat — vest  and  breeches— shoes  and  buckles.      2nd 
Dress:  Block  coat,  breeches,  husr,  itu. 
DERRICK    VAN    SLAUS. — Square-cut    coat— full    breeches— black    silk    hose— shoes    and    buckles — 

HERMAN. — 1st  Drc.-s  :  Ibid.     '2nd  Dress.-  Black  frock  eop.t  -tig-lit  pants — boots  and  tassels. 

VEDDER  ") 

(.'LAI-HEN  ;-Dark  square-cut  coats,  vests,  breeches,  &c. 

llORY          ) 

<  icsTAFFE.  -Blr.e  jacket  -white  pit  - 

SI:TII  SLon.n.     Gray  coat— striped  nts. 

Ju«GE.— Full  suit  of  black. 

YOUNG  RIP. — A  dress  similar  to  Rip' 

DAME.— Short  -jown  and  quilt<-d  petticoat— cap. 

ALICE.— 1st  Drcfs  :  Bodice,  with  hali  .kirt     ii-jnrcsl  petticoat.      2ncl  Dress:  Brown  satin  bodice  and 
skirt,  &c. 

LORRENNA,  Act  1. — A  child. 
LCRRENNA,  Act  2. — White  nn;.-lin  di-i  -s,  b:;iek  ri'iil/on  ljult,  &c. 


STAGE    DIRECTIONS. 

EXITS  AND  ENTRANCES. — R.  means  Right;   L.  Left;   D.  F.  Door  in  Flat;    R.  D.  Rigid  Door;   L.  D. 
Left  Doer:    S.  ;  ,  .-    U.  K.  Upper  Entrant*  j    M.  D.  Middle  Door;    L.  U.  E.  Left   L>j>er 

c;  R.  U.  E.  Ii (';//<!   L'wcr   Entrance;   L.  S.  E.  Left  Second  Entrance;  P.  S.  Prompt  .Side;  0.  P. 
Opposite  Prompt. 

RELATIVE  POSITIONS.— R,  means  Rigid;   L.  Left;    C.  Centre;   R.  C.  Eight  of  Centre;   L.  C.  Left  of 
Centre.      M 

R  RC.  C.  LC.  L. 

***  TTie  Rcadei  is  supposed  to  be  on  ilic  Stage,  facinj  tlie  Audience. 


RIP     VAN     WINKLE. 


ACT    I. 

SCENE  I.— A  Tillage.— House,  L.  H.  3  E.,  with  a 
sign  of  "  George  III."— Two  or  three  tables,  c.  L. 
and  E.— Villagers  discovered,  smoking.  VEDDER, 
E.,  KNICKERBOCKER,  L.  c.,  RORY,  L., 
CLAUSIN  at  table,  c.— Chorus  at  rise  of 


curtain. 


CHORUS. 


In  our  native  Ia7id,  where  flows  the  Rhine, 

In  infancy  we  culled  the  vine ; 
Although  we  toiled  with  patient  care, 

But  poor  and  scanty  was  our  fare. 

SOLO. 

Till  tempting  waves,  with  anxious  toil, 

We  landed  on  Columbia's  soil  ; 
Now  plenty,  all  our  cares  repay, 

So  laugh  and  dance  the  hours  away. 

CHORUS. 

Now  plenty,  all  our  cares  repay, 

So  laugh  and  dance  the  hours  away. 
Ha,  ha,  ha !    Ha,  ha,  ha ! 

So  laugh,  ha,  ha !  and  dance  the  hours  away. 

Vedd.  Neighbour  Clausin,  on  your  way  hither, 
saw  you  anything  of  our  friend,  Rip  Van  Winkle  ? 
Where  there's  a  cup  of  good  liquor  to  be  shared, 
he's  sure  to  be  on  hand — a  thirsty  soul. 

Knick.  Truly  the  man  that  turns  up  his  nose  at 
good  liquor  is  a  fool,  as  we  Dutchmen  have  it ;  but 
cut  no  jokes  on  Rip  ;  remember,  I'm  soon  to  be  a 
member  of  his  family ;  and  any  insult  offered  to 
him,  I  shall  resent  in  the  singular  number,  and 
satisfaction  must  follow,  as  the  Frenchman  have 
it. 

7edd.  So.  Knickerbocker,  you  are  really  deter- 
mined to  marry  Rip's  sister,  the  pretty  Alice  ? 

Knick.  Yes,  determined  to  be  a  prisoner  in 
Hymen's  chains,  as  the  lovers  have  it.  I've  got 
Rip's  consent,  I've  got  Alice's  consent,  and  I've  got 
my  own  consent ! 

Clau.  But  have  you  got  the  dame's  consent,  eh  ? 

Knick.  There  I'm  dished  and  done  up  brown; 
would  you  believe  it  ?  she  calls  me  a  long,  scraggy, 
outlandish  animal,  and  that  I  look  like  two  deal 
boards  glued  together. 

Rory.  Here  comes  Alice,  and  with  her  Rip's 
daughter. 

•     Music.— Enter  ALICE,  with  LORRENNA, 

U.  E.  B.  H. 

.Alice.  Come  along,  loiterer  1  woe  betide  us  when 
we  get  home,  for  having  tarried  BO  long.  What 
will  the  dame  say  ? 


Lor.  Well,  it's  not  my  fault,  for  you  have  been 
up  and  down  the  lane  a  dozen  times,  looking;  for 
he  school-master,  Knickerbocker. 

Alice.  Hold  your  tongue,  Miss,  it's  no  such 
hing. 

Lor.  You  know  you  love  him. 

Cilice.  How  do  you  know  that,  Miss  Pert  ? 

Lor.  I  can  see  it ;  and  seeing  is  believing,  they 
say.  Oh,  you're  monstrous  jealous  of  him,  you 
know  you  are. 

(Knickerbocker  advances  L.  H.) 

.Alice.  Jealous !  I,  jealous  of  him  ?  No,  indeed, 
I  never  wish  to  see  his  ugly  face  again. 

Knick.  Say  not  so,  sweet  blossom  of  the  valley, 
for  in  that  case  I  shall  shoot  myself  in  despair. 

.Alice.  Oh,  don't  think  of  such  a  thing,  lor  then 
your  ghost  might  haunt  me. 

Lor.  And  I'm  sure  you  would  rather  have  him 
than  his  ghost ;  wouldn't  you,  Alice  ? 

Knick.  That's  a  very  smart  child.  But  Alice, 
sweet  Alice,  can't  I  drop  in  this  evening,  when  the 
old  folks  are  out  of  the  way  ? 

.Alice.  Not  for  the  world :  if  the  dame  were  to 
find  you  in  the  house,  I  don't  know  what  would 
happen. 

Lor.  Don't  you  know,  Alice,  mammy  always  goes 
out  for  an  hour  in  the  evening,  to  see  her  neighbour, 
Dame  Wrigriin ;  now,  if  you  (to  Knickerbocker)  come 
at  eight  o'clock,  and  throw  some  gravel  at  the 
window,  there's  no  knowing  but  you  might  see 
Alice. 

Knick.  That's  an  uncommon  clever  girl;  but, 
Alice,  I'm  determined  to  turn  over  a  new  leaf  with 
Dame  Van  Winkle;  the  next  time  I  see  her,  I'll 
pluck  up  courage  and  say  to  her 

Dame.  (Without,  B.  u.  E.)  Alice!  Alice!  odds 
bodikins  and  pins,  but  I'll  give  it  you  when  I  catch 
you. 

[The  Villagers  exit,  B.  and  i.  H. 

Knick.  Run,  Alice,  run  ! 

(Alice,  Lorrenna,  and  Knickerbocker  run 

tOB.) 

Dame.  (Without,*.)  Alice! 
[.Alice,  Lorrenna,  and  Knickerbocker  exit  hastily,  t.  H. 

Kory.  Egad!  the  dame's  tongue  is  a  perfect 
scarecrow. 

Fedd.  The  sound  of  her  voice  sets  them  running 
just  as  if  she  were  one  of  the  mountain  spirits,  of 
whom  we  hear  so  much  talk.  But  where  the  deuce 
can  Rip  be  all  this  while  ?  (Rip  sings  without,  L.  2  E.) 
But  talk  of  the  devil  and  his  imps  appear. 

Enter  RIP  VAN  WINKLE,  L.  2  E.,  with  gun,  game 
bag,  &c. 

Rip.  Rip,  Rip,  wass  is  dis  for  a  business.  You 
are  a  mix  nootze  unt  dat  is  a  fact.  Now,  I  started 
for  de  mountains  dis  mornin',  determined  to  fill  my 
bag  mit  game,  but  I  met  Von  Brunt,  de  one-eyed 
sergeant — comma  see  hah,  unt  brandy- wine  hapben 
my  neiber  friend;  well,  I  could'nt  refuse  to  take  a 


RIP    VAN    WINKLE. 


glass  mit  him,  unt  den  I  tooks  anoder  glass,  unt  deu 
I  took  so  much  as  a  dozen,  do  I  drink  no  more  as  a 
bottle ;  he  drink  no  more  as  I— he  got  so  top  heavy, 
I  rolled  him  in  de  hedge  to  sleep  a  leetle,  for  his 
one  eye  got  so  crooked,  he  never  could  have  seed 
his  way  straight ;  den  I  goes  to  de  mountain,  do  I 

see  double,  d d  a  bird  could  I  shooted.    But  I 

stops  now,  I  drinks  no  more ;  if  anybody  ask  me  to 
drink,  I'll  say  to  dem — (Vedder  comes  down,  R.  and 
n/ers  cup  to  him.) — here  is  your  go-to-hell,  and  your 
family's  go-to-hell,  and  may  you  all  live  long  and 
prosper. 

(Drinks.) 

Vedd.  Why,  neighbour  Rip,  where  have  you  been 
nil  day  ?  We  feared  some  of  the  Elfin  goblins  of 
the  Catskill  had  caught  you. 

Sip.  Ha,  ha !  I  never  see  no  ghosts,  thongh  I've 
fought  mit  spirits  in  my  time,  ha,  ha ! 

Vedd.  And  they  always  throw  you,  eh  ?  ha,  ha ! 

Rip.  Dat's  a  fact !  Ha,  ha,  ha ! 

Vedd.  But,  Rip,  where  have  you  been  ? 

Kip.  Oh,  very  hard  at  work — very  busy ;  dere  is 
nothing  slipped  fun  my  fingers  as  was  come  at  abc. 

Rory.  (Down  t.)  They  appear  to  have  slipped 
through  your  game  bag  thongh,  for  it's  full  of 
emptiness. — Ha,  ha,  ha  ! 

Rip.  Ho,  ho,  ho !  cut  no  jokes  at  my  ba^r  or  I'll 
gib  you  the  sack. 

Vedd.  Come  Rip,  sit  down,  take  a  pipe  and  a 
glass,  and  make  yourself  comfortable. 

Rip.  Nine,  nine— ech  con  neiched— it  behoves  a 
man  to  look  after  his  interest  unt  not  drink  all  de 
while,  I  shall  den  be  able  to  manage 

Vedd.  Your  wife,  Rip  ? 

Eip.  Manage  mine  frow  ?  Can  yon  fly  to  de  moon 
on  a  paper  kite?  can  you  drink  all  de  beer  and 
brandy-wine  at  one  gulp?  when  yon  can  do  dat 
mine  goot  irn  himmel  you  can  manage  mine  frow. 

(Alllauyh.) 

;.Wy.  Take  one  glass,  Rip. 
Rip.  No,  I  won't  touch  him. 
Vedd.  Come,  come,  lay  hold. 
Rip.  Now  I'll  be  d — -d  fun  I  does. 
Vedd.  Well,  if  you  won't. 

(All  go  to  table  but  II ip.) 

Eip.  Dere  is  a  drinks,  dere  is  a  drinks,  I  have 
conquered  temptation  at  last.  Bravo  resolution ! 
bravo  resohition ;  resolution  you  shall  have  one 

{?laSSf0rdat'  (Goes  to  table.) 

Omnes.  Ha,  ha,  ha ! 

Rory.  Here,  Rip,  here's  a  glass  at  your  service, 
aud  as  for  the  contents  I'll  warrant  it  genuine  and 
no  mistake. 

(Gives  Rip  a  cup.) 

Rip.  Rory,  here  is  your  go-to-hell,  unt  your 
family's  go-to-hell,  unt  may  you  all  live  long  unt 
prosper. 

Rory.  Come,  Rip,  give  us  a  stave. 

Vedd.  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  my  old  woman 
slcin  me  when  I  get  home. 

Vedd.  and  Rory.  Ha,  ha,  ha !  come,  the  song,  the 
song. 

Eip.  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  tic ; 
It  is  the  devil,  mit  shrews  to  splice, 

Dat  nobody  can  deny,  deny, 
Dai  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  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  dem,  (Pause.) 

Nor  we  can't  do  mit  out  'em, 
Dat  nobodij  can  deny,  deny, 
Dat  nobody  can  deny. 

Chorus. — That  nobody  can  deny,  &c. 

Dame.  (Without,  R.  1  E.)  Rip,  Rip !  I'll  stretch 
your  ears  when  I  get  hold  of  them. 

Eip.  Mine  goot  im  himmel,  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  CLAUSIN,  at 
table — Enter  Dame,  with  a  stick,  R.  tr.  E. 

Dame.  Where  is  this  wicked  husband  of  mine? 
odds  bodikius  and  pins !  I  heard  his  voice ;  you've 
hid  him  somewhere!  yon  ought  to  be  ashamed 
of  yourselves  to  inveigle  a  husband  from  a  tender, 
loving  spouse;  but  I'm  put  upon  by  all,  because 
they  know  the  mildness  of  my  temper.— (They 
laugh.) — Odds  bodikins  and  curling  irons,  but  some 
of  yon  shall  laugh  the  other  sides  of  your  mouths — 
I'll  pull  your  pate  for  you. 

(3f  "sic.— Chases  them  round  table  :  they 
L.  and  R. — Dame  upsets  table  and 
discovers  Rip.) 

Dame.  Oh,  you  Rip  of  all  rips !  what  have  yon  to 
say  for  yourself  If 

Kip.  Here  is  your  go-to-hell,  unt  your  family's, 
unt  may  you  all  live  long  and  prosper. 

Dame.  (Pulling  him  down  the  stage  by  the  ear.) 
I'm  cool— that  is  to  say  no:  very  hot :  but  the 
mildest  temper  in  the  world  would  be  in  a  passion 
at  such  treatment.  Get  home,  you  drunken 
monster,  or  I  shan't  be  able  to  keep  my  hands  off 
you— tell  me,  sir,  what  have  yon  been  about  all 

'  Rip.  Hard  at  work,  my  dumpsy  dumpsy  ;  de  first 
ting  I  see  dis  morning  was  a  fine  fat  rabbit. 

Dame.  A  rabbit?  "Oh,  I  do  like  rabbits  in  a 
stew  •  I  like  everything  in  a  stew. 

Eip.  I  be  d d  but  dat  is  a  fact. 

Dame.  Well,  well,  the  rabbit  ? 

Rip.  I  was  going  to  tell  you,  well,  dere  was  de 
rabbit  feeding  in  de  grass. 

Da/71  e.  Well,  well,  Rip  ? 

Eip.  I 

Dame. 

Eip.  I  takes  goot  aim  mit  him. 

Dame.  Yes, 

Eip.  I  pulls  uiy  trigger,  unt 


RIP    VAN    WINKLE. 


Dame.  Bang  went  the  gun  and  down  the  rabbit 
fell. 

Rip.  Eh  ?  snap  went  de  gun  and  off  de  rabbit 
run.  Ha,  ha,  ha ! 

Lame.  No! 

Eip.  I  be  d d  fnn  dat  is  a  fact. 

Dame.  And  you  shot  nothing  ? 

Rip.  Not  dat  time ;  but  de  nest  time,  I  picks  me 
my  flint,  unt  I  creeps  up  to  de  little  pond  by  de 
old  field,  unt  dere  what  do  you  tink  I  see  ? 

Dame.  Ducks? 

Rip.  More  as  fifty  black  diicks — ducks  as  big  as 
a,  goose — well  I  hauls  xip  ac:am. 

Dame.  And  so  will  I  (raising  sticfc)  if  you  miss 
fire  this  time, 

Eip.  Bang! 

Dame.  How  many  down  ? 

Eip.  One! 

Dame.  Not  more  than  one  duck  out  of  fifty  ? 

Kip.  Yes,  a  great  deal  more  as  one  duck. 

Dame.  Then  you  shot  more  than  one  ? 

Rip.  Yes,  more  as  one  duck,  I  shot  one  old  bull. 

Dame.  What? 

Eip.  I'm  d d  fun  dat  is  a  fact !   dat  was  one 

down,  and  my  goot  in  himmel  how  he  did  roar  and 
bellow  unt  lash  his  tail  unt  snort  unt  sneeze  und 
pniff !  Well,  de  bull  puts  right  after  me,  unt  I 
puts  right  away  fnn  de  bull :  well,  de  bull  comes 
up  mit  me  just  as  I  was  climbing  de  fence,  unt  he 
oatch  me  mit  his  horns  fun  de  seat  of  my  breeches, 
unt  sent  me  flying  more  as  a  mile  high.  Well,  bye 
and  bye  directly,  I  come  down  already  in  a  big 
tree,  unt  dere  I  sticks  fast,  unt  den 

Dame.  You  went  fast  asleep  for  the  rest  of  the 
day. 

Eip.  Dat's  a  fact.  How  you  know  dat  ?  you  must 
be  a  witch. 

Dame.  (Catching  Mm  by  the  collar.)  Home,  sir, 
home!  you  lazy  scamp.  (Beating  him.) 

Rip.  But,  mine  lublicka  frow 

Dame.  Home  ! 

(Beating  Trim.) 

Rip.  Nine!  nine! — 

Dame.  Home! 

(Beats  him.) 

Rip.  Mine  goot  im  himmel. 

[ITiwtc.— Dame  beats  him  off,  K.  H.  1.  E. 

SCENE  II.— A  Plain   Chamber  in  First   Grooves. 
Enter  DERRIC  VAN  SLAUS,  L.  H. 

Deiv.  Should  the  present  application  fail,  I  am 
i  ruined  man;  all  my  speculations  will  be  frus- 
trated, and  my  duplicity  exposed ;  yes,  the  dissi- 
pation of  my  son  must  inevitably  prove  his  ruin  as 
well  as  mine.  To  supply  his  wants,  the  public 
money  has  been  employed;  and,  if  unable  to  re- 
place it,  heaven  knows  what  may  be  the  conse- 
quence. But  my  son  is  now  placed  with  an  able 
advocate  in  New  York,  and  should  he  pursue  the 
right  path,  there  may  be  still  hopes  of  his  refor- 
mation. 

Herm.  (Without,  L.  H.)  My  father,  yon  say,  is 
this  way  ? 

Deri'.  What  voice  is  that ;  my  son  ?  What  can 
have  recalled  him  thus  suddenly  ?  Some  new  mis- 
adventure— Oh,  my  foreboding  thoughts  ! 

Enter  HERMAN,  L.  H. 

Deri-.  Herman,  what  brings  you  back  ?  Are  all 
my  cautious  thus  lightly  regarded,  that  they  can 
take  no  hold  upon  your  conduct  ? 


Herm.  You  have  good  cause  for  warmth,  sir,  but 
learn  the  reason  of  my  disobedience,  ere  you  con- 
demn. Business  of  importance  has  urged  mo 
hither— such  as  concerns  us  both  most  in- 
timately. 

Derr.  Some  fresh  extravagance,  no  doubt,  to 
drain  my  little  left,  and  set  a  host  of  creditors 
loose  upon  me. 

Herm.  Not  so,  sir,  but  the  reverse.  List!  you 
know  our  neighbour,  Rip  Van  Winkle  ? 

Derr.  Know  him?  Aye,  his  idleness  is  pro- 
verbial ;  you  have  good  cause  to  recollect  him  too, 
since  'twas  by  his  courage  your  life  was  preserved, 
when  attacked  by  the  famished  wolf . 

Herm.  He  has  a  daughter  scarcely  seven  years 
old ;  now,  the  attorney  whom  I  serve,  has  been 
employed  to  draw  up  the  will  and  settle  the  affairs 
of  this  girl's  aunt,  who,  for  some  slight  offered  by 
Van  Winkle,  has  long  since  discarded  the  family. 
At  her  death,  the  whole  of  her  immense  wealth,  iu 
cash  and  land,  is  the  inheritance  of  the  girl,  who 
is,  at  this  moment,  the  richest  presumptive  heiress 
in  the  land. 

Derr.  What  connection  can  Van  Winkle's  fortune 
have  with  ours  ? 

Herm.  Listen !  Were  it  possible  to  procure  his 
signature  to  a  contract  that  his  daughter,  when  of 
age,  should  be  married  to  me,  on  this  security 
money  might  be  raised  by  us  to  any  amount.  Now, 
my  good  father,  am  I  comprehensible  ? 

Derr.  Truly,  this  seems  no  visionary  dream,  like 
those  in  which,  with  fatal  pertinacity,  you  have  so 
oft  indulged ;  and,  on  recollection,  the  rent  of  his 
tenement  is  in  arrears ;  'twill  offer  favourable  op- 
portunity for  my  calling  and  sounding  him ;  tho 
contract  must  be  your  care. 

Herm.  'Tis  already  prepared  and  lacks  only  his 
signature.— (Presenting  it.)  Lawyers,  who  would 
do  justice  to  their  clients,  must  not  pause  at  con- 
science ;  'tis  entirely  out  of  the  question  when  their 
own  interest  is  concerned. 

Derr.  Herman,  I  like  not  this  black-leg  manner 
of  proceeding ;  yet,  it  augurs  thou  wilt  be  no  petti- 
fogger, I'll  to  Van  Winkle  straight,  and  though  not 
legalized  to  act,  yet  in  this  case  I  can  do  work 
which  honest  lawyers  would  scorn. 

[E.rit,  E.  H. 

Herm.  (Solus.)  True ;  the  honest  lawyer  lives  by 
his  reputation,  and  therefore  pauses  to  undertake 
a  cause  he  knows  unjust ;  but  how  easily  are  somo 
duped.  Can  my  father  for  a  moment  suppose  that 
the  rank  weeds  of  youth  are  so  easily  uprooted? 
No!  what  is  to  be  done,  good  father  of  mine,  but 
to  serve  myself  ?  young  men  of  the  present  gene- 
ration cannot  live  without  the  means  of  entering 
into  life's  varieties,  and  this  supply  will  henceforth 
enable  me  to  do  so,  to  the  fullest  extent  of  my 
ambitious  wishes. 

[Ea-it,  x.  n. 

SCENE  II.— Rip's  cottage.— Door,  L.  2  E.— Wind.'  •> 
in  flat. — A  closet  in  flat,  with  dishes,  shelves,  &c. — 
CZotTies-bosfcet,  with  clothes. — Table,  chairs,  ariit- 
cTiatr,  with  cloak  over  it. — Broom  on  stage. 

KNICKERBOCKER  enters  cautiously,  r>.  2  E.  L. 

Knicfc.  Zooks!  I'm  venturing  into  a  tiger's  den 
in  quest  of  a  lamb.  All's  clear,  however ;  and, 
could  I  but  pop  on  little  Alice,  how  we  would  bill 
and  coo.  She  comes!  lie  still,  my  fluttering 
heart. 


RIP    VAN    WINKLE. 


Enter  ALICE,  R.  H. 

Alice.  (Without  observing  Knicicerbocker .)  There, 
there,  go  to  sleep.  Ah!  Knickerbocker,  how  I 
love  yon,  spite  of  all  the  strange  ways  that  you 
pursue. 

Knick.  (Aside.)  Sensible,  susceptible  soul!  But 
merit  ever  meets  its  recompense. 

Alice.  No  wonder  I  am  fascinated ;  his  figure  is 
so  elegant,  and  then  his  education  !  I  never  see 
him,  but  I  am  ready  to  jump  into  his  loving 
araoe; 

(Turning,  she  is  caught  in  the  embrace 
of  Knick.) 

Knick.  This  is  too  much  for  human  nature  to 
support ;  this  declaration  is  a  banquet  that  gods 
aaight  prize.  Beauteous  angel,  hear  me,  whilst  I 

proclaim 

(Kneeling.) 

Dame.  (Without.)  Go  along,  you  drunken 
brute. 

Knick.  The  devil!  'tis  Dame  Van  Winkle !  what's 
to  become  of  me  ? 

Alice.  If  you're  found  here  I'm  ruined !  you  must 
conceal  yourself — but  where  ? 

Kniclc.  That's  the  important  question;  oh,  I'll 
hop  into  the  cupboard. 

Alice.  Not  for  the  world !  she  is  sure  to  want 
something  out  of  it.  Here,  here,  get  into  this 
clothes  basket,  and  let  me  cover  yon  over  with  the 
foul  linen. 

Knick.  It's  a  very  foul  piece  of  business  alto- 
gether ;  but  I  must  stomach  it,  whether  I  will  or 
no. 

(Music. — She  puts  him  info  the  basket, 
and  covers  him  with  linen. — DAME 
enters  t.  2  E.  dragging  in  RIP.) 

Dame.  And  now,  sir,  I've  got  you  home,  what 
have  yon  to  say  for  yourself,  I  should  like  to 
know? 

Rip.  Nothing,  my  darling,  de  least  said  is  soonest 
mended,  and  so  yon  shall  have  all  de  talk  to  your- 
self.—Now  ain't  dat  liberal  ? 

Dame.  Where's  all  the  game  you  were  to  bring 
home? 

Rip.  On  de  wing  still :  wouldn't  venture  to 
come  mitin  fire :  for  though  dey  missed  mine  gun, 
dere's  one  ting  for  certain,  I  never  miss  your 
blowing  up. 

Dam -e.  My  blowing  up !  Odds  bodikins  and  pins ! 
I  phall  never  be  able  to  contain  myself  !  Where's 
the  money  to  pay  the  rent,  you  oaf  ? 

/,'<;>.  I  don't  know. — Do  you  ? 

/Mine.  You'll  go  to  prison,  and  that'll  be  the 
end  on't. 

Kip.  Come,  no  more  quarrelling  to  night.  We'll 
see  about  de  rent  money  to-morrow  morning. 

Dame.  To-morrow !  it's  always  to-morow  with 
you  ;  so,  Alice,  you  are  sitting  and  idling  as  usual, 
just  like  your  brother,  a  precious  pair  of  soft 
pates. 

Kip.  Soft  pate !  pretty  hard  I  guess,  or  it  would 
have  have  been  fractured  long  since,  and  dat's  a  fact. 

Dame.  And  now,  Alice,  come  with  me  that  I  may 
satisfy  myself  how  you  have  disposed  of  the 
children,  for  in  these  matters  you  are  just  such  a 
crawler  as  that  vagrum  there,  (is  retiring  on  R.) 
that  terrapin ! 

Rip.  Terrapin !  Ah,  dame  I  leaves  you  to  go  the 
•whole  hog :  but  hark'ee,  my  lovey,  before  you  go, 


won't  you  return  de    leetle    bottle   which   you 
manage  to  get  from  me  hist  night  ? 

Dame.  Odds  bodikins  and  pins !  A  man  already 
drunk,  and  asking  for  more  liquor !  you  shan't  have 
a  drop,  you  sot,  that  you  shall  not.  The  bottle 
indeed  1  not  yon,  eh !  faith ! 

[Exit,  with  Alice,  R.  H. 

Rip.  Tunder  take  me  if  I  don't  think  but  what  she 
has  finished  it  herself,  and  dat's  de  fact.  My  nose 
always  sniffs  like  a  terrier's  :  'tis  in  de  cupboard, 
her  Hollands ; — so  here  goes  to  nibble. 

(Music.— Rip  opens  the  closet  door 
cautiously,  and  is  rummaging  for  a 
bottle,  when  he  treads  on  Knicker- 
bocker, who  roars  out  lustily.  Rip,  in 
his  sudden  alarm,  upsets  the  porce- 
lain and  glass;  and,  falling,  rolls 
into  the  middle  of  the  chamber,  quaking 
in  every  limb,  and  vociferating 
loudly.) 

Rip.  Help!  murder!  fire!  thieves! 

(Knickerbocker,  in  the  interim,  dam 
out  of  the  closet,  and,  beyond  the 
consciousness  of  future  proceeding, 
throws  himself  info  f7ie  arm  chair — 
ALICE,  entering  hastily,  throws  a 
cloak  over  him,  which  hides  him  from 
observation. — DAME  enters,  alarmed, 
R.  H.) 

Dame.  Odds  bodikins  and  pins!  what's  the 
matter,  now  ? 

Rip.  (Raising  his  head  cautiously.)  Matter, 
indeed!  the  devil's  in  the  cupboard!  Oh,  la!  I'll 
be  swammed. 

Dame.  In  the  cupboard ! — (Going  there,  sees  chine 
broken,  squalling.) — All  my  fine  porcelain  destroyed  ! 
monster!  vile,  rapacious  monster!  A  devil,  indeed, 
has  been  in  the  cubpoard,  and  that's  yon.  The 
china  presented  to  me  by  my  grand  relations, 
which  I  set  such  store  on,  smashed  into  a  thousand 
pieces ;  'tis  too  much  for  my  weak  nerves.  I  shall 
swoon !  I  shall  faint ! 

(She  sinks  in  the  arm  cliair,  but 
immediately  starts  up,  and  squalling, 
falls  into  Rip's  arms — -Knickerbocker 
regains  the  closet,  unobserved  •fey  all, 
save  Alice.) 

Dame.  Heaven  have  mercy  on  us!  there  was 
somebody  in  the  chair !  somebody  in  the  chair ! 

Rip.  Phoo  !  there's  nothing  in  de  chair,  save 
your  old  cloak,  (Tossing  it  aside.)  dat's  all. 

Dame.  I'm  so  alarmed — so  agitated,  that — Alice, 
put  your  hand  into  my  pocket  and  you'll  find  a 
bottle. 

(^lice  produces  a  bottle.) 

Rip.    (Aside.)    A  leetle   bottle!    Oh!    dat's    de 

private  cupboard.    Alice,  let  me    hold  de  leetle 

bottle,  whilst  you  fetch  a  glass  for  the  old  woman. 

(Alice,  hastening  off,  brings  a  wine-glass 

from  R.,  which-  .Rip  Jills  and  gives  to 

Dame.) 

Rip.  Here's  your  go-to-hell,  and  your  family's, 
and  may  you  live  long  and  prosper. 

(Drinks  from  the  bottle ;  .4lice,  in  the 
interim,  proceeds  to  the  closet  and 
brings  Knickerbocker  out,  who  is 
making  for  tlie  door,  when,  hearing 
some  one  approach,  he  again  escapes  to 
his  retreat.) 

Alice.  (At  door.)  Oh,  aunt!  aunt!  here's  the 
burgomaster  coming  up  the  garden. 


RIP    VAN    WINKLE. 


Dame.  Odds  bodikins  and  pins!  the  burgomaster! 
what's  to  be  done  now  ?  coming  for  the  rent  ? 
what's  to  be  done  now,  I  say  ? 

Kip.  I'll  go  to  bed  and  think. 

(Crosses  to  R.) 

Dame.  You  shan't  go  to  bed!  you  must  make 
some  fresh  excuse ;  you're  famous  at  them  to  me ; 
you  have  got  into  the  hobble  and  must  get  out  of 
it  as  well  as  you  can,  I  shall  go  and  consult  my 
friend  Dame  Wrigrim ;  and  Alice,  should  the 
pedlar  woman  come,  desire  her  not  to  leave  any 
more  of  her  rubbish  here. 

[As  Dame  retires  she  meets  DERRIC  to 
whom  she  curtseys.) 

Derr.  Good  evening,  dame. 
Dame.  Your  honour's  servant. 

[Exit  Dame,  D.  F. 

Rip.  (Aside.)  La!  what  a  stew  I'm  in;  Alice, 
take  yourself  off,  'tis  full  time ;  wish  I  was  off  too, 
mit  all  my  heart  and  soul. 

Alice.  (Aside.)  Dear,  dear!  what  will  become  of 
my  poor  Knickerbocker. 

[Exit,  R.  H. 

Derr.  Well,  honest  Rip,  how  wags  the  world 
with  you? 

Rip.  Bad  enough,  sir,  for  though  labouring 
from  morn  to  night,  I  can  make  no  advance  in  de 
world,  though  my  industry  is  proverbial,  and 
dat's  a  fact. 

Derr.  Why,  where  the  bottle  is  concerned,  few,  I 
believe  can  boast  so  much  industry. 

JRip.  Dat  is  a  fact ;  but  I  suppose  you  have 
called  concerning  de  rent.  (Aside.)  How  my  heart 
goes  and  comes !  (Aloud.)  Now  if  your  honour  will 
be  so  good  enough  to 

Derr.  To  write  the  receipt :  certainly 

Kip.  Nine,  nine !  (Aside.)  I'm  stewed  alive  mit 
perspiration. 

Den:  We'll  talk  of  the  rent  at  a  future  period  ! 
there  is  another  affair  on  which  I  wish  to  consult 
you. 

Kip.  Take  a  chair,  your  honour.  (Aside,  rubbing 
his  hands  together.)  It's  all  right,  by  de  hookey. 
(Aloud.)  Take  a  glass  mit  me. 

(They  take  chairs.) 

Derr.  You  know  my  only  son,  whose  life  you 
preserved  ? 

Kip.  Yes ;  and  a  wild  harnm  scarum  dog  he  is. 

(Drinks.) 

Derr.  He  is  now  stationed  in  New  York,  study- 
ing the  law,  and  has  become  a  staid,  sober,  pru- 
dent youth  :  and  now,  'tis  my  wish  that  he  should 
settle  on  this,  his  native  place,  and  that  he  marry 
some  honest  girl,  who  is  altogether  unacquainted 
with  the  frivolities  of  cities;  and  I  have  been 
thinking,  that  in  a  few  years,  your  daughter  will 
be  grown  up,  and  would  make  a  suitable  match  for 
him:  True,  there  will  be  some  disparity  in  their 
ages,  but  as  the  years  are  on  the  side  of  the  hus- 
band, so  'twill  be  all  the  better  for  the  wife,  in 
having  a  matured  preceptor. 

Kip.  Beg  pardon,  sir  :  but  it  strikes  me  you  are 
only  carrying  on  your  rigs  mit  me. 

Derr.  No,  on  my  honour ;  and,  to  convince  you 
that  I'm  in  earnest,  I  have  brought  with  me  a  con- 
tract, by  which  our  offspring,  when  of  age,  are 
bound  to  intermarry,  or  forfeit  their  several  for- 
tunes. I  shall  settle  all  mine  on  Herman,  and  I 
shall  expect  you  to  do  the  same  for  your  daughter. 

Kip.  Yah!  yah!  echwoll;  I'll  give  her  all  I  got ; 


all  my  money ;  but  she  must  be  d d  smart  if  she 

can  find  'em.    Take  a  drink,  Mr.  Burgomaster. 

(Drinks.) 

Derr.  Well,  here  are  the  two  contracts,  both 
binding  and  legally  drawn. 

Kip.  Yah !  yah !  (Drinks.— Derric  gwes  him  the 
pen.)  What  you  want  me  to  do  mit  dis  ? 

Derr.  Merely  sign  your  name. 

Kip.  Me  put  my  name  to  dat  paper  mitout  my 
old  woman  knowing  ? — mine  goot  friend,  she  would 
skin  me.  (Noise  in  closet.)  Schat !  you  witch ! 

Derr.  But  I  was  about  to  propose,  on  condition  of 
your  signing  the  contract,  to  let  you  live  rent  free- 
in  future. 

Kip.  Rent  free!  I'll  sign!  but  stop!  my  old 
woman  must  play  old  hob  mit  me — so  put  down 
dat  I  can  break  dat  contract,  if  I  choose,  in  twenty 
years  and  a  day.  (.Noise.)  Schat !  you  witch ! 

Derr.  (Writing.)  As  you  please.  (Noise.) 

Rip.  Schat!  you  witch!  (Drinfcs,) 

Derr.  Is  that  a  cat,  friend  Rip  ?  (Writing. ) 

Rip.  I  don't  know  if  it  is  a  cat— but  if  it  is  my 
dog  Snider,  I  wouldn't  be  in  his  skin  when  de  old 
woman  comes  back. 

Derr.  There,  friend  Rip,  I  have  inserted,  at  your 
request,  this  codicil :  "  Should  the  said  Rip  Van 
Winkle  think  fit  to  annul  this  contract,  within 
twenty  years  and  a  day,  he  shall  be  at  full  liberty 
to  do  so." 

Kip.  Yah,  yah !  dos  is'recht — dat  is  goot.  Now, 
Mr.  Burgomaster,  what  you  want  me  to  do  ? 

Derr.  Sign  it! 

Kip.  Wass? 

Derr.  Sign! 

Kip.  Give  me  de  paper.  (Takes  it.)  How  my 
head  turns  round.  (Keading.)  "  Should  the  said 
Rip  Van  Winkle  "—yah,  yah !  dat  is  me.—"  Rip 
Van  Winkle — twenty  years  and  a  day."  Oh,  dat 
is  all  recht.  (JFritiwg.)  R-i-p  V-a-n— (JYoise.)— 
Schat !  you  witch !  W-i-n-k-1-e — now,  dere  he  is. 

Derr.  And  there  is  the  counterpart.       (Gives  it.) 

Rip.  Dis  is  for  me,  eh  ?  I'll  put  him  in  my  breast 
pocket — yah,  yah. 

Derr.  Now,  Rip,  I  must  bid  you  good  evening. 

Kip.  Stop !  Take  some  more  liquor.  Why,  d« 
bottle  is  empty.  Here !  Alice !  Alice !  get  some 
more  schnapps  for  de  burgomaster. 

Derr.  No,  not  to-night.  (Kising.)  But,  should 
you  want  any  yon  will  always  find  a  bottle  for  you 
at  your  old  friend  Rory's ;  so,  good  night. 

Kip.  Stop,  Mr.  Burgomaster  !  I  will  go  and  get 
dat  bottle  now.  (Rising.)  Alice,  Alice!  comma 
see  hah ! 

Enter  ALICE,  K.  ir. 

Kip.  Alice,  give  me  mine  hat.  (Alice  gives  it.) 
Now  take  care  of  de  house  till  I  comes  back ;  if  de 
old  woman  comes  before  I  gets  home  tell  her  I  am 
gone  out  mit  de  burgomaster  on  par — par — tick, 
partickler  business. 

[Exit,  I,.  D.,  with  Derric. 

Alice  advances  and  brings  on  KNICKERBOCKER 
from  the  closet. 

Alice.  So,  Mr.  Knickerbocker,  you  are  still  here. 

Kniclc.  Yes,  all  that's  left  of  me ;  and  now  that 
the  coast  is  clear,  I'll  give  them  leg  bail,  as  the 
lawyers  have  it,  and  if  ever  they  catch  me  here 

again (He  goes  towards  the  door  and  returns  in 

sudden  alarm.)  Oh,  dear!  oh,  dear!  here's  mother 


•RIP    VAN    WINKLE. 


Van  Winkle  coining  back.  I  shall  never  get  out  of 
this  mess. 

Alice.  It's  all  your  own  fault !  why  would  yon 
come  to-night  ? 

Knick.  I  shall  never  be  able  to  come  again,— 
the  cross  vixen  will  take  care  of  that  if  she  catches 
me  here. 

Alice.  There  is  but  one  method  of  avoiding  her 
wrath ;  slip  on  the  clothes  the  old  pedlar  woman 
brought  for  sale,  and  I'll  warrant  you'll  soon  be 
tumbled  ou.t  of  the  house. 

Knick.  With  a  good  thrashing  to  boot,  I  sup- 
pose. No  matter,  if  I  can  but  slip  out  of  the 
house,  I  don't  care  what  I  slip  into.  (Knickerbocker 
sits  in  arm  cliair  and  is  attired  by  Alice  in  woman's 
dress;  on  rising ,  the  petticoats  but  reach  his  knees.) 
Confound  the  lower  garments !  they're  too  short 
by  half. 

Alice.  'Tis  your  legs  are  too  long  by  half!  stoop 
down  ;  say  as  little  as  possible,  and  you'll  not  be 
discovered.  (He  again  sits.) 

DAME  enters,  B.  F. 

Dame.  Well,  I've  got  back,  and  I  see  Mr.  Van 
Slans  is  gone  1  but  whore's  that  varlet,  Rip— out 
again  ?  oh,  that  Rip  !  that  Rip  !  I'll  certainly  be 
the  death  of  him ;  or  he  will  of  me,  which  is  most 
likely.  Alice,  who  have  you  in  the  chair  ? 

Alice.  The  pedlar  woman,  aunt ;  who  has  come 
for  the  things  she  left. 

Dame.  The  pedlar  woman — hark'ee,  gossip ; 
bring  no  more  of  your  rubbish  here.  Take  your- 
self off,  and  let  me  have  a  clear  house. 

Knick.  (Aside.)  'Gad,  I  wish  I  was  safely  cleared 
out  of  it. 

(Knickerbocker  rises,  hollies  forward, 
R.,  but  forgetting  the  shortness  of  the 
,K '{//coats,  in  curtseying,  is  discovered 
l»i  the  dame  from  the  exposure  of  his 
legs). 

Dame.  Odds  bodikins  and  pins!  who  have  we 
here !  an  impostor ;  but  you  .shall  pay  for  it ; 
this  is  a  pedlar  woman,  indeed,  with  tnch  lanky 
shanks. 

(She  rushes  up  to  door  and  locks  it — then 
with  a  trootn,  i,.  u.  E.,  pursues  him 
rown&~-he  flings  bonnet  in  7ier/acc.) 
Knick.   Needs  must,  when  the  devil  drives— so 
here  goes. 

(He  jumps  through  the  window,  which  is 
dashed  to  pieces— he  disappears.— 
Dame  rushes  up,  with  broom,  towards 
window — Alice  laughs.) 

Dame.  What!  laugh  at  his  misconduct,  husscy. 
One's  just  as  bad  as  the  other.  All  born  to  plague 
me.  Get  you  to  bed— to  bed,  I  say. 

[Dame  drives  ^lice  off,  and  follows,  R.— 
Scene  closes. 

SCENE  IV.— Half  dark.— A  front  wood.— The  re- 
port of  a  gun  is  lieard — shortly  after,  Rip  enters, 
with  his  fowling  piece,  L.  H. 
Kip.  Whip-poor-Will!  egad,  I  think  they'll  whip 
poor  Rip.     (Takes  aim  at  bird — it  flashes  in  the  pan . ) 
Another  miss !  Oh,  curse  the  misses  and  missusses 
—hang  me  if  I  can  get  a  single  shot  at  the  sky- 
flyers.    Wish  I  had  one  of  the  German  guns  which 
Knickerbocker  talks  so  much  about— one  dat  fire? 
round   corners;   la!    how  I'd   bring  dem  down! 
bring  dem  down !  were  I  to  wing  as  many  daily  as 


would  fill  a  dearborn,  dame  wouldn't  be  satisfied — 
not  that  she's  avaricious — but  den  she  must  have 
something  or  somebody  to  snarl  at,  and  I'm  tha 
unlucky  dog  at  whom  she  always  lets  fly.  Now,  sho 
got  at  me  mit  the  broomstick  so  soon  as  I,  got  back 
again ;  if  I  go  home  again,  she  will  break  my  back 
Tunner  wasser !  how  sleepy  I  am— I  can't  go  home, 
she  will  break  my  back — so  I  will  sleep  in  de  moun- 
tain to-night,  and  to-morrow  I  turn  over  a  new 
leaf,  and  drink  no  more  liquor. 
Voice  Outside.  Rip  Van  Winkle. 

(A  dead  pause  ensues. — Suddenly  a 
noise,  like  the  rolling  of  cannon  balls, 
is  heard— then  a  discordant  shout  of 
laughter,  L.  H. — Rip  wakes  and  sits 
up,  astonished.) 

Rip.   What  the  deuce  is  that  ?  my  wife  at  mine 

elbow  ?    Oh,  no,  nothing  of  the  kind.   I  must  have 

been  dreaming;  so  I'll  contrive  to  nap,  since  I'm 

far  enough  from  her  din.          (Reclines  and  sleeps.) 

Voice  Outside.  Rip  Van  Winkle. 

(The  laugh  being  repeated,  Rip  again 

wakes. j 

Rip.  I  can't  be  mistaken  dis  time.  Plaemo  on't, 
I've  got  among  the  spirits  of  the  mountains,  me- 
tinke,  and  haven't  a  drop  of  spirits  left  to  keep 
them  off. 

Swafiqrino  (Without,  L.  u.)  Rip  Van  Winkle! 
Rip  Van  Winkle ! 

Kip.  Rip  Van  Winkle!  that's  me  to  a  cor- 
taiuty. 

(3Iusi'c.  —  Swaggnno,    ilu;     yr<i/.s</n-: 

dwarf,  enters,   L.  u.,  "bending  ocncaih 

the  weight  of  a  large  cask  which  ht> 

bears  on    his    shoulder. — He    pause:-, 

<'.ramincs  Rip,  then  invitvs  him  to  a^- 

s-:i*L    him   in  placing   the  cask  on  tho 

ground,  which  Hip  complies  with.) 

Jii'j).  Hang  mo,  if  ho  hasn't  brought  my  heart  ny. 

into  my  month.     What  an  outlandish  being,  a  pea 

snake,  by  tlnndcr ! 

(Music. — Swaygrino,    pointing    to    the 
cnsk,     c'nti'cals    Hip's     at-'sittance    in 
bc<iring  it  up  the-  mountains.) 
Rip.  Want  me  to  help  you  up  mit  it  ?  Why  not  say 
so  at  first,  my  old  codger  ?    What  a  queer  old  chap 
to  be  pure  ;   but  I  can't  let  him  toil  up  the  moun- 
tain with  such  a  heavy  load  as  dat,  no,  no,  and  PO 
old  broad  chops  I'll  help  you. 

(lTusic. — Dwarf  assists  in  placing  cask 
on  Rip's  shoulder — a  loud  laugh  is 
licnrd — Rip  is  alarmed,  but  dwari' 
signs  him  to  proceed,  and  be  of  good 
courage — leads  way  up  rocks,  n. — 
another  peal  of  laughter,  and  Rip 
hastily  follows  him.) 


SCENE  V.— Dark.— The  Sleepy  Hollow  in  the 
bosom  of  the  mountains,  occupying  the  extreme  ex- 
tent of  tho  stage— stunted  trees,  fragments  of  rock 
in  rariows  parts. — Moon  in  the  horizon:  the  en- 
trance to  this  wild  recess  being  by  an  opening  from 
the  abyss  in  the  rear  of  the  glen. 

(Music.— Grotesque  Dutch  figures  with 
enormous  masked  heads  and  lofty 
tapering  hats,  discovered  playing  at 
cards  in  various  places,  others  at 
dutch  pins — battledores  and  shuttle- 
cocks— the  majority  seated  on  a  rock 
drinking  and  smoking.) 


HIP    VAN    WINKLE. 


GaiidcrTan.  Since  on  earth  this  only  day, 
In  fifty  years  we're  given  to  stray, 
We'll  keep  it  as  a  holiday! 
So  brothers,  let's  be  jolly  and  gay. 
Icken.  But  question,  where's  that  lazy  wight, 
Who,  soon  as  sun  withdrew  its  light, 
Was  for  the  earth's  rich  beverage  sent, 
And  has  such  time  in  absence  spent, 
Gaud.  Perhaps  with  some   misfortune   he's  been 

doomed  to  meet, 
Cross'd,  110  doubt,  on  the  road  by  mortal 

feet. 

Ickcn.  And  what  the  punishment  that  you  decree 
On  him,  who  on  our  mysteries  makes  free  ? 
Gaud.  Twenty  years  in  slumber's  chain, 
Is  the  fate  that  we  ordain  ; 
Yet,  if  merry  wight  he  prove, 
Pleasing  dreams  his  sleep  shall  move. 
Icken.  Our  brother  comes,  and  up  the  rugged  steep, 

A  mortal  see,  Swaggrino's  presence  keep. 
Omncs.  Twenty  years  in  slumber's  chain, 
Is  the  fate  that  we  ordain. 
He  comes  !  he  comes !  let  silence  reign ! — 
Let  silence  reign !  let  silence  reign ! 

(The  spirits  retire  up  and  station  them- 
selves in  motionless  attitudes.  Music. 
— Swaggrino  ascends  by  the  opening  in 
the  rear,  followed  by  Rip,  withthekcg. 
Rip  advances  on  the  L.  H.  ;  and,  with 
the  assistance  of  his  conductor,  places 
the  cask  on  the  rock.  The  spirits  re- 
main immovable  in  front.) 

Rip.  I'm  a  dead  man,  to  a  certainty.  Into  what 
strange  company  have  I  tumbled !  crikey,  what 
will  become  of  me  ?  Dear,  dear !  would  I  were 
home  again,  even  though  along  with  Dame  Van 
Winkle. 

(IfKst'c. — The  figures  severally  advance, 
and  stare  at  him,  then  resume  tlicir 
games.  Swaggrino  taps  the  cask ; 
motions  the  astonished  Rip  to  assist 
him  in  distributing  its  contents  into 
various  flagons;  an  injunction  with 
which  he  complies.  Swaggrino  helps 
7us  companions.) 

Rip.  (On  L.  H.)  After  all,  they  seem  a  harmless 
set,  and  there  can  be  no  argument  with  them,  for 
they  appear  to  be  all  dnmbies.  Lord,  were  my  wife 
as  silent.  They're  a  deadly,  lively,  jolly  set  j  but 
I  wonder  what  kind  of  spirits  dese  spirits  are 
drinking !  surely,  dere  can  be  no  harm  in  taking  a 
drop  along  mitdem — (.Fills  a  flagon) — Here  goes ! — 
Gentlemen,  here's  your  go-to-hells,  and  your  broad 
chopped  family's,  and  may  you  all  live  long  and 
pro-i>"v.  (Drinks.) 

Omnes.  Ha,  ha,  ha ! 

(31  >.wic.  —  A  grotesque  dances  ensues, 
during  which  Rip  continues  to  supplij 
himself  from  the  keg.  He  at  length 
joins  i?i  the  dance,  and  becomes  so 
exhausted,  that  he  reds  forward  and 
xinks  in  front.  The  dancing  ceases, 
the  spirits  utter  three  Ho,  ho,  ho's  ! — 
.Some  of  them  sink.  Music,  piano,  as 
the  curtain  slowlij  descends.) 

END  OP  ACT  I. 


ACT  II. 


SCENE  L— The  last  of  the  First  Act  repeated ;  but 
the  distance  now  presents  a  richly  cultivated 
country.  The  bramble  is  grown  into  a  lofty  tree, 
and  all  that  remains  of  Rip's  gun  is  its  rusty  barrel, 
which  is  at  the  foot  of  the  tree. 

Bird  Music. — RIP  discovered  extended  on  the  ground, 
asleep  •  his  hair  gray,  and  beard  grown  to  an  un- 
usual length — the  hour  of  the  scene  is  gray  dawn 
and  birds  from  slcy  and  hill  are  chirping. 

Rip.  (Speaking  in  his  sleep.)  Mother  Van  Winkle ! 
Danie  Van  Winkle !  what  are  you  arter  ?  Don't 
be  always  badgering,  will  you  never  allow  poor 
Kip  a  moment's  quiet  ?  Curse  it !  don't  throw  de 
hot  water  about  so,  you'll  scald  one's  eyes,  and  so 
you  will,  and  no  mistake !  and  so  you  have.  (He 
a u'akens  in  sudden  emotion.)  Eh!  by  dunder  what's 
all  dis,  where  am  I — in  the  name  of  goodness  where 
am  I?  (Gazing  around.)  On  the  Catskill  Moun- 
tains, by  all  that's  miraculous !  Egad !  my  rib 
will  play  the  very  devil  with  me  for  stopping  out 
all  night.  There  will  be  a  fine  peal  sounded  when 
I  get  home.  (Rises.)  How  confoundedly  stiff  and 
sore  my  joints  do  feel,  surely  I  must  have  been 
sleeping  for  a  pretty  long  time :  Asleep !  no  I  was 
awake  and  enjoying  myself  with  as  jolly  a  rum  set 
of  codgers  as  ever  helped  to  toom  out  a  keg  of 
Hollands.  I  danced,  and  egad,  drank  with  them, 
till  I  was  pretty  blue,  and  dat's  no  mistake ; — but 
confound  it,  they  shouldn't  have  caught  me 
napping,  for  'tis  plain  they  have  taken  themselves 
off  like  an  unceremonious  pack  of— pack  of — give 
an  eye  tooth  to  know  who  they  were.  (Looking 
around.)  Where  is  my  gun  ?  I  left  it  on  a  little 
bush.  (On  examining  heflnds  tlie  rusty  barrel  of  his 
gun.)  Hillo !  come  up,  here's  a  grab  !  the  unman- 
nerly set  of  sharpers!  stolen  one  of  the  best 
fowling  pieces  that  ever  made  a  crack ;  and  left 
this  worthless,  rusty  barrel,  by  way  of  exchange! 
What  will  Dame  Van  Winkle  say  to  this.  By  tha 
hookey !  but  she'll  comb  my  hair  finely  !  Now,  I 
went  to  sleep  beneath  that  hickory  ; — 'twas  a  mere 
bush.  Can  I  be  dreaming  still  P  Is  there  any  one 
who  will  be  good  enough  to  tell  me  whether  it  is  so 
or  not  ?  Be  blowed  if  I  can  make  head  or  tail  on't. 
One  course  only  now  remains,  —  to  pluck  up 
resolution,  go  back  to  Dauie  Van  Winkle,  and  by 
dunder  she'll  soon  let  me  know  whether  I'm  awake 
or  not. 

[Music. — Exit,  L.  H. 

SCENE  II. — A  well  furnislied  apartment  in  the  house 
of  Knickerbocker. 

LORRENNA,  now  a  woman,  enters,  R.  H. 

Lor.  Alas,  what  a  fate  is  mine !  Left  an  orphan 
at  an  early  age, — a  relation's  bounty  made  me  rich, 
but  to-day,  this  fatal  day — poverty  again  awaits 
me  unless  I  bestow  my  hand  without  my  heart ! 
Oh,  my  poor  father !  little  did  you  know  the  misery 
you  have  entailed  upon  your  child. 

KNICKERBOCKER  and  ALICE  enter,  L.  H.  arm 
in  arm.  They  arc  much  more  corpulent  than  when 
seen  in  Act  1,  and  dressed  in  modern  attire. — 
.Alice  in  the  extreme  of  former  fashion. 

Knick.  Decided  that  cause  in  the  most  judge- 
matical like  manner.  White  wasn't  black.  Saw 


10 


KIP    VAN    WINKLE. 


that  in  a  twinkling,  no  one  disputed  my  argument. 
(Speaking  as  entering.)  Come  along,  spouse! 
Lauks  !  how  you  do  waddle  up  and  down,  Bide  to 
side,  like  one  of  our  butter  laden  logers  in  a  squall, 
as  the  Dutchmen  have  it,  ah,  Lorrenna,  you  here  ? 
but  you  appear  more  depressed  than  customary. 
Those  saddened  looks  are  by  no  means  pleasing  to 
those  who  would  ever  wish  to  see  you  cheerful. 
What  the  dickens  prevents  your  being  otherwise 
when  all  around  are  BO  anxious  for  your  happi- 
ness. 

Lor.  Trnly,  am  I  beholden  for  your  protection 
and  ever  grateful.  But  to  place  a  smile  on  the 
brow  whilst  sorrow  lingers  in  the  bosom,  is  a 
deceptive  penance  to  the  wearer — painful  to  those 
around  who  mark  and  must  perceive  the  vizard ; 
to  say  that  I  am  happy  would  be  inconsistent  with 
trnth.  The  persecutions  of  Herman  Van  Slaus 

Alice.  Ah  f  my  dear  Lorrenna,  many  a  restless 
night  have  I  had  on  that  var let's  account,  as  spouse 
knows. 

Knick.  That's  as  true  as  there's  ghosts  in  the 
Catskills,  as  Dutchmen  have  it;  for  be  darned  if  a 
single  night  passes  that  Alice  suffers  me  to  go  to 
sleep  peaceably. 

Alice.  Well,  well ;  cheer  thee,  my  niece !  there  is 
bounteous  intelligence  in  store ;  nor  think  there 
is  any  idle  fiction  in  this  brain,  as  our  divine  poets 
picture. 

Knick.  There,  there,  Alice  is  getting  into  her 
romance  again,— plain  as  my  fist— she  has  been 
moonified  ever  since  she  became  a  subscriber  for 
books  at  the  new  library  !  Planet  struck,  by  gum, 
as  philosopers  have  it,  and 

Alice.  And  you  have  said  so  little  to  the  purpose, 
that  I  must  now  interpose.  My  dear  Lorrenna — 
Gustaffe— 'tis  your  aunt  who  speaks 

Knick.  There,  now,  pops  in  her  word  before  a 
magistrate. 

Lor.  MyGnstaffe!  ha!  say! 

Knick.  Would  have  told  you  in  a  brace  of  shakes, 
as  gamblers  have  it,  if  she  hadn't  thrown  the  dice 
first.  Yes,  my  pretty  chicky— Gnstatfe's  vessel  is 
now  making  up  the  Hudson ;  so  cheer  thee !  cheer 
thee,  I  say !  your  lover  is  not  far  off. 

Lor.  Gustaffe  so  near  ?  blessed  intelligence !  Oh, 
the  happiest  wishes  of  my  heart  are  gratified ! 
But  are  you  certain  ?  Do  not  raise  mv  hopes  with- 
out cause.  Are  yon  quite  certain  ?  speak,  dear 
aunt ;  are  you  indeed  assured  Gustaff o's  vessel  has 
arrived  ? 

Knick.  Didn't  think  fit  to  break  the  news  too 
suddenly,  but  you  have  it. 

Alice.  "  The  ship  with  wide  expanded  canvas 
glides  along  and  soon  "—I  forgot  the  remainder  of 
the  quotation ;  but  'tis  in  the  delectable  work 
"  Robinson  Crusoe"— soon  will  yon  hear  him  hail. 
(.1  knock  is  heard,  L.)  My  stars  foretell  that  this 
is  either  him 

Knick.  Or  somebody  else,  as  I  suppose. 

Enter  SOPHIA,  L.  H. 

SopTi.  Oh,  sir ;  Squire  Knickerbocker,  Herman, 
son  of  the  late  Derric  Van  Slaus,  is  in  the  hall. 

Alice.  That's  not  the  him  whom  I  expected, 
at  all  events. 

Knick.  Son  of  the  individual  whom  I  succeeded 
as  burgomaster  ?  Talk  of  the  devil— now,  I  don't 
know  how  it  is,  but  I'm  always  squalmish  when  in 
company  of  these  lawyers  that's  of  his  cast.  Qiti 
Tarn. 


Soph.  He  wishes  to  be  introduced.  What  is  your 
pleasure  ? 

Knick.  Let  him  be  so,  by  all  means.  An  honest 
man  needn't  fear  the  devil. 

[Exit  Sophia,  L. 

Lor.  Excuse  my  presence,  uncle.  To  hear  him 
repeat  his  claims,  would  but  afflict  a  heart  already 
agonized :  and  with  your  leave,  I  will  withdraw. 

[Exit,  R.  1  E. 

Knick.  Aye,  aye;  let  me  alone  to  manage  him, 
as  a  barrister  says  to  his  client  when  he  cross - 
questions  a  witness.  See  Miss  Lorrenna  to  her 
chamber,  Mrs.  Knickerbocker.  This  Herman  is  n 

d d  rogue,  as  the  devil  will  have  it;   and  he'll 

go  to  the  dominions  below,  as  the  devil  will  have 
it,  and  as  I  have  had  it  for  the  last  twenty  years. 

Alice.  And  I  tell  you,  to  your  comfort,  if  you 
don't  send  the  varlet  quick  off  with  a  flea  in  his 
ear,  you  shall  have  it.  Yes,  Squire  Knickerbocker, 
you  shall  have  it,  be  assured.  So  says  Mrs.  Knick- 
erbocker, you  shall  have  it. 

[Exit,  R.  H. 

Knick.  Truly,  I've  had  plenty  of  it  from  you  for 
the  last  eighteen  years. 

Enter  HERMAN,  L.  H. 

Her.  Sir,  I  wait  upon  you  once  more.  The 
period  is  now  expired  when  my  just  claim,  which 
you  have  so  long  protracted,  can  be  vainly  dis- 
puted. A  vain  and  idle  dispute  of  justice. 

Knick.  Precious  fine,  indeed,  sir, — bnt  my  ward 
has  a  mighty  strong  reluctance  to  part  with  her 
fortune,  and  much  more  so  to  make  you  her  part- 
ner for  life.  You  are  not  exactly  to  her  liking, 
nor  to  her  on  the  world's  generally. 

Her.  One  or  the  other  she  is  compelled  to.  You 
are  aware,  sir,  that  the  law  is  on  my  side !  the  law, 
sir — the  law,  sir ! 

Knick.  Oh,  yes!  And,  no  doubt,  every  quibble 
that  it  offers  will  be  twisted  to  the  best  purpose 
for  your  interest.  You're  a  dabster  at  chicane,  or 
you're  preciously  belied. 

Her.  You  will  not,  I  presume,  dispute  the  signa- 
ture of  the  individual  who  formed  the  contract  ? 

JCnicfc.  Oh,  no !  not  dispute  Rip's  signature,  but 
his  error  in  judgment.  I  happened  to  be  a  cabinet 
councillor  at  the  very  moment  my  deceased  re- 
lative, who  was  non  compos  mentis,  at  the  time, 
clapped  his  pen  to  a  writing,  artfully  extracted 
from  him  by  your  defunct  father,  whose  memory 
is  better  forgotten  than  remembered. 

Her.  Sir,  I  came  here,  not  to  meet  insult ;  I  cam« 
hither,  persuaded  you  would  acknowledge  my  right, 
and  to  prevent  a  publicity  that  may  be  pain- 
ful to  both  parties.  You  are  inclined  to  dispute 
them,  before  a  tribunal  shall  they  be  arbitrated ; 
and,  knowing  my  claims,  Mr.  Knickerbocker, 
know  well  that  Lorrenna  or  her  fortune  must  be 
mine. 

[Exit,  L.  H. 

Knick.  You  go  to  Davy  Jones,  as  the  seamen 
have  it.  Lorrenna  shall  never  be  yours,  and  if  ever 
she  wants  a  cent  whilst  I  have  one,  my  name  isn't 
Knickerbocker ; — damme,  as  the  dandies  have  it. 

LORRENNA  enters,  with  ALICE,  R. 

Lor.  (c. )  My  dear  guardian,  yon  have  got  rid  of 
Herman,  I  perceive. 

Knick.  I  wish  I  had,  with  all  mv  soul;  but  he 
sticks  to  his  rascally  undertaking  like  a  crab  to  its 
shell.;  esad*  there  will  be  no  dislodging  him,  unless 


RIP    VAN    WINKLE. 


II 


he's  clapped  into  a  cauldron  of  boiling  water,  as 
fishmongers  have  it. 

Alice.  And  boiled  to  rags.  But,  husband  !  hus- 
band, I  say ! 

Knick.  Mr.  Knickerbocker,  my  dear,  if  you 
please. 

Alice.  Well,  then,  Mr.  Knickerbocker,  my  dear, 
if  you  please,  we  have  been  looking  out  at  the  win- 
dow to  ascertain  who  came  and  went,  and  have 
discovered  a  fine,  handsome  fellow  galloping  to- 
wards the  town,  and  I  shouldn't  at  all  wonder  if  it 


GUSTAFFE  rushes  in,  L.  H. 

Lor.  (Hurries  to  Mm.)  My  dear,  dear  Gustaffe! 

Gust.  (Embracing  her.)  My  tender,  charming 
Lorrenna ! 

Knick.  Why,  Gustaife !  Bless  us  !  why,  how  the 
spark  has  grown. 

Alice.  Not  quite  so  corpulent  as  you,  spouse. 

Knick.  Spouse !  Mr.  Knickerbocker,  if  you  please. 
Truly,  wife,  we  have  both  increased  somewhat  in 
corporal,  as  well  as  temporal  substance  since 
Gustaife  went  to  sea.  But  you  know,  Alice • 

Alice.  Mrs.  Knickerbocker;  if  you  please. 

Knick.  Well,  Mrs.  Knickerbocker 

Gvst.  Why,  Knickerbocker,  you  have  thriven  well 
of  late. 

Knick.  I  belong  to  the  corporation,  and  we  must 
suppoi't  our  corporation  as  well  as  it.  But  not  a 
word  about  the  pig,  as  the  butchers  have  it,  when 
you  were  a  little  boy,  and  Alice  courting  me. 

Alice.  I  court  you,  sirrah,  what  mean  you  ? 

Knick.  Sirrah!  Mr.  Knickerbocker,  if  you  please. 
Why,  then,  deary — we  didn't  like  any  one  to  in- 
trude on  our  society ;  do  you  take  the  hint  ?  as  the 
gamblers  have  it.  Come  along,  Alice — Mrs. 
Knickerbocker,  I  would  say — let  us  leave  the  lovers 
to  themselves. 

Alice.  Again  they  meet,  and  sweet's  the  love 
that  meets  return. 

[Exeunt  Knick.  and  Alice  R.  H.  singing 
in  concert,  "  Again  they  meet.") 

Gust.  My  dear  Lorrenna,  why  this  dejected  look  ? 
— It  is  your  own  Gustaife  enfolds  you  in  his 
arms. 

Lor.  Alas  !  I  am  no  longer  worthy  of  your  love, 
— your  friendship.  A  fatal  bond  extracted  from 
my  lamented  father  has  severed  us  for  ever — I  am 
devoid  of  fortune. 

Gust.  Lorrenna,  you  have  been  the  star  that  has 
guided  my  bark,— thee,  my  compass— my  North 
Pole, — and  when  the  magnet  refuses  its  aid  to  the 
seaman,  then  will  he  believe  that  you  have 
foundered  in  affection,  or  think  that  I  would  prove 
faithless  from  the  loss  of  earthly  pittance. 

Lor.  Shoals, — to  speak  in  your  nautical  language 
— have  long,  on  every  side,  surrounded  me ;  but  by 
my  kind  uncle's  advice  must  we  be  guided. 

[Exit,  R.  H. 


SCENE  III. — The  town  of  Rip's  nativity,  instead  of 
the  village  as  presented  in  first  scene  of  the  drama. 
— It  is  now  a  populous  and  flourishing  settlement. 
— On  the  spot  where  Eory's  tap-house  formerly 
stood  is  a  handsome  hotel,  and  the  sign  of 
"  George  III."  is  altered  into  that  of  "  George 
Washington."  A  settee  in  front,  with  table. — The 
harbour  is  filled  with  shipping. — Music  at  the 
opening  of  the  scene. 

SETH  SLOUGH,  the  landlord,  enters  from  the 
Hotel. — Loud  shouts,  L.  H.  3  E. 

Seth.  Well,  I  reckon  the  election's  about  bustin' 
up.  If  that  temperance  fellow  gets  in  I'm  bound 
to  sell  out;  for  a  rum-seller  will  stand  no  more 
chance  with  him  than  a  bob-tail  cow  in  fly-tune. 
(Laugh,  u.  E.  R.)  Hollo!  who  is  this  outlandish 
critter  ?  he  looks  as  if  he  had  been  dead  for  fifty 
years  and  was  dug  up  to  vote  against  the  temper- 
ance ticket. 

Music. — Enter  Male  and  Female  Villagers,  laughing. 
—Enter  RIP.— They  gather  round  him. 

Rip.  Where  I  was  I  wonder?  my  neiber  frints, 
"  knost  you  to  a  spricken  ?" 

Villagers.  Ha,  ha,  ha ! 

1st  Vill.  I  say,  old  feller,  you  ain't  seed  nothing  of 
no  old  butter  firkin  with  no  kiver  on,  no  place 
about  here  ? 

Rip.  No  butter  firkin  mit  no  kiver,  no  place,  no  I 
ain't  seen  him. 

Villagers.  Ha,  ha,  ha ! 

1st  Vill.  Who's  your  barber  ?- 

[Strokes   his  chin — all  laugh  and  exit, 

R.   H. 

Rip.  I  can't  understand  dis :  everything  seems 
changed. — (Strokes  his  chin.) — Why  I'm  changed 
too,  why  my  beard's  as  long  as  a  goat's. 

Seth.  (Coming  down,  L.)  Look  here,  old  sucker, 
I  guess  you  had  better  go  home  and  get  shaved. 

Rip.  My  old  woman  will  shave  me  when  I  gets 
home !    Home,  where  is  my  home  ?    I  went  to  the 
place  where  it  used  to  was,  and  it  wasn't  dere 
Do  you  live  in  Catskill  ? 

Seth.  Well,  I  rather  guess  I  dus 

Rip.  Do  yon  know  where  I  live  ? 

Seth.  Well,  to  look  at  you,  I  should  think  you 
didn't  live  nowhere  in  particular,  but  stayed  round 
in  spots. 

Rip.  You  live  in  Catskill  ? 

Seth.  Certain. 

Rip.  You  don't  know  dat  I  belong  here  ? 

Seth.  No,  I'm  darned  if  I  do.  I  should  say  you 
belonged  to  Noah's  ark 

Rip.  Did  you  never  hear  in  Catskill  of  one  Rip 
Van  Winkle? 

Seth.  What,  Rip  Van  Winkle,  the  greatest  rum- 
sucker  in  the  country  ? 

Rip.  Dat  is  a  fact — dat  is  him !  ha !  ha !  now  wo 
shall  see. 

Seth  Oh,  yes,  I've  heard  of  him  j  the  old  coon's 
been  dead  these  twenty  years. 

Rip.  Den  I  am  dead,  and  dat  is  a  fact.  Well, 
poor  Rip  is  dead;  I'm  sorry  for  dat— Rip  was  a 
goot  fellow. 

Seth.  I  wish  there  was  a  whola  grist  just  like 
him  in  Catskill.  Why,  they  say  he  could  drink  mm 
enough  in  one  day  to  swim  in. 

Rip.  Don't  talk  so  much  about  rum  ;  you  makes 
me  so  dry  as  never  was. 


12  RIP    VAN    WINKLE. 

Seth.  Hold  on  a  spell,  then,  and  I'll  fetch  yon 
something  to  wet  your  whistle. 

[Exit  into  house. 

Rip.  Why,  here  is  another  change!  dis  was 
Rory's  honse  last  night  (Seth  re-enters)  mit  de  sign 
of  George  the  Third. 

Scth.  The  alteration  of  my  sign  is  no  bad  sign 
for  the  conntry  I  reckon. 

Rip.  (Reading.)  "George  Washington,"  who  is 
he  ?  I  remember  a  shoot  of  that  name,  dat  served 
under  Braddock,  before  I  went  to  sleep. 

Seth.  (Giving  him  jug.)  Well,  if  yon've  been  asleep 
I  guess  he  arn't ;  his  enemies  always  f onnd  him 
wide  awake  and  kicking ;  and  that  shoot,  as  yon 
call  him,  has  planted  the  tree  of  liberty  so  ever- 
lasting tight  in  Yankeeland  that  all  the  "kingdoms 
of  the  earth  can't  root  it  out. 

Rip.  Well,  here  is  General  Washington's  good 
health,  and  his  family's  goot  health,  ant  may  dey 
all  live  long  ant  prosper.  So  poor  Rip  Van  Winkle 
is  dead,  eh  ?  Now  comes  de  poser ;  if  Rip  is  dead 
what  has  become  of  his  old  woman  ? 

Seth..  She  busted  a  blood  vessel  swearing  at  a 
Yankee  pedlar,  and  gone  to  kingdom  come  long 
ago. 

Rip.  De  old  woman  dead  too!  den  her  clapper 
is  stopped  at  last.  (Pause.)  So  de  old  woman  is 
dead ;  well,  she  led  me  a  hard  life — she  was  de  wife 
of  my  bosom,  she  was  mine  frow,  for  all  dat. 
( Whimpering.)  I'm  dead  too,  unt  dat  is  a  fact.  Tell 
me,  my  f rient 

Scth.  I  can't  stop  any  longer — the  polls  arc 
almost  closing  and  I  must  spread  the  game  for  the 
boys.  Hurrah,  for  rum  drinking  and  cheap  licence 
for  the  retailers !  that's  my  ticket. 

Re-enter  VILLAGERS,  shouting,  R.  H. 

Seth.  Here,  boys,  see  what  you  can  make  of  this 
old  critter. — I  give  him  up  for  the  awfnlest  speci- 
men of  human  nature  in  the  States. 

[Exit  into  house. 

2nd  Fill.  Are  you  a  federal  or  a  democrat  ? 

Rip.  Fiddle  who  ?  damn  who's  cat  ? 

2nd  Fill.  What's  your  politics  ? 

Rip.  Oh,  I  am  on  de  safe  side  dere;  I  am  a 
faithful  subject  of  King  George! 

2nd  Fill.  He's  a  Tory  !  Kilf  him  !  Duck  him  ! 

Villagers.  To  the  horse  pond !  Duck  him. 

(Music. — They  seize  Rip  and  are  about 
hurrying  him  off,  when  GUSTAFFE 
rushes  from  L.  1.  E.,  and  throws  them 
off.) 

Gust.  Stand  back,  cowards, 

Omnes.  Cowards ! 

Gust.  Yes,  cowards!  who  but  cowards  would 
rush  in  numbers  on  a  gray -haired  man  ? 

Rip.  Yah,  yah  dat's  a  fact ! 

Gust.  Sheer  off!  You  won't?  then  damme, 
here's  at  ye.  (Drives  them  off,  R.  H.)  Tell  me,  old 
man,  what  cause  had  you  given  them  to  attack 
you? 

Rip.  I  don't  know,  do  you  ? 

Gust.  You  appear  bewildered ;  can  I  assist  yon  ? 

Rip.  Just  tell  me  where  I  live,  dat's  all  I  want 
to  know. 

Gust.  And  don't  you  know  ? 

Rip.  I'm  d d  fun  I  does. 

G?ist.  What  is  your  name  ? 

Rip.  Why  I  was  Rip  Van  Winkle. 

Gust.  Rip  Van  Winkle ;  impossible! 

Rip.  Well,  I  won't  swear  to  it  myself. 

Gust.  Stay, — you  have  a  daughter  ? 


j;/j).  To  be  sure  I  has— a  pretty  little  girl  about 
so  old — Lorrenna  ;  and  I  have  a  son,  too,  a  lub- 
licka  boy,  but  my  daughter  is  a  girL 

Gust.  Do  you  remember  entering  into  a  contract, 
binding  your  daughter  to  marry  Herman  Van 
Slaus  ? 

Rip.  Oh!  I  remember,  de  burgomaster  came  to 
my  honse  last  night  mit  a  paper,  and  I  wrote  my 
name  down  on  it,  but  I  was  drunk. 

Gust.  Last  night!  His  brain  wanders:  yet  it 
must  be  he ;  come,  come  with  me,  old  man. 

Rip.  Where  are  you  going  to  take  me  to  ? 

Gust.  Your  daughter. 

Rip.  Yes,  yes,  take  me  to  my  child.  (Crosses  to  L.) 
Stop,  my  gracious  !— I  am  so  changed,  suppose  she 
should  forget  me  too;  no,  no,  she  can't  forget  her 
poor  father.  Come,  come ! 

[-E.rcunt,  L.  1.  E. 

SCENE  IV.— KNICKERBOCKER'S  House,  as 
before. 

KNICKERBOCKER,  ALICE  and  LORRENNA 
enter,  B. 

Knick.  Give  me  joy,  dears,  I'm  elected  unani- 
mously—elected a  member  of  the  legislature. 

.Alice.  Why,  spouse  ! 

Knick.  Mr.  Knickerbocker,  if  you  please,  my 
dear  :  damme !  I'm  so  happy  I  could  fly  to  the 
moon,  jump  over  a  steeple,  dance  a  new  fandango 
on  stilts.  (Dances.)  Fal,  lal,  la. 

Enter  HERMAN,  L. 

Knick.  Well,  sir,  what  the  devil  do  you  want  ? 

Herm.  I  came  to  claim  this  lady's  fortune  or  her 
hand. 

-Hie*.'.  Knock  him  down,  spouse. 

A/i  i  ffc.  Mr.  Knickerbocker,  my  dear. 

.Alice.  Oh,  bother !  I  know  if  he  comes  near  .my 
niece,  woman  as  I  am,  I'll  scratch  his  eyes  out. 

Herm.  Mr.  Knickerbocker. 

A'  H  ick.  The  honourable  member  from county, 

if  you  plea  si'. 

JL  ,-nt.    The  judge  of  the  district  will  this  day 
arrive  and  give  judgment  on  my  appeal,  myriirhts 
arc  definitive,  and  I  question  the  whole  world  to 
•  controvert  them.     We  shall  meet  before  the  tri- 
I  banal,  then  presume    to  contend  longer  if   you 
dare. 

.",  L.  H. 

Knick.  'Twill  be  difficult,  no  doubt,  but  we'll 
have  a  wangle  for  the  bone,  as  the  dogs  have  it. 
There  will  be  no  curs  found  in  our  party,  I'll  be 
sworn.  (.Aside.)  Hang  me,  but  I'm  really  a  little 
chopfallcn,  and  there  is  a  strange  sense  of  dizzi- 
ness iu  my  head  which  almost  overcomes  me. 

I/or.  My  dear  uncle,,  what  is  to  be  done  in  this 


emergency  ? 
Knick.  Done! 


your  fortune  is  done  for;  but  if 
yon  ever  want  a  cent  whilst  I  have  one,  may  I  be 
sent  to  the  devil,  that's  all. 

Gust.  (Entering.)  Bravo!  Nuukcy Knickerbocker! 
you  are  no  blind  pilot.  Awake  "to  breakers  and 
quicksands,  Knickerbocker. 

Knick.  Knickerbocker !  the  honourable  Mr. 
Knickerbocker,  if  you  please !  I'm  now  a  member 
of  the  legislature,  and  curse  me  if  I'd  change  my 
dignified  station  as  representative  of  an  indepen- 
dent people,  for  that  of  the  proudest  potentate 
who  holds  supremacy  by  corruption  or  the 


bayonet. 


[E.mmt  R.  H. 


RIP    VAN    WINKLE. 


SCENE  LAST.— The  Court  Houfe.—An  arm  chair 
at  the  lack,  in  front  of  which,  is  a  large  table, 
covered  with  baize.  On  each  side,  a  gallery.  On 
the  B.  of  table  are  chairs. 

Music.— The  JUDGE  discovered  inc.,  seated.  The 
rialleries  filled  with  auditors.  HERMAN,  L.  H. 
KNICKERBOCKER,  B. 

Judge.  Mr.  Knickerbocker,  you  will  please  to 
bring  your  client  in  court. 

Knickerbocker  goes  off,  and  returns  with  LORRENNA 
and  ALICE,  B.  H.  1  E. 

Judge.  Be  pleased  to  let  your  ladies  take  seats. 
(Lorrcnna  and  Alice  sit,  on  B.  H.) 

Herni.  And  now,  sir,  I  presume  'tis  time  to  enter 
on  my  cause.  Twenty  years  have  elapsed  since 
this  contract,  this  bond  was  signed  by  the  father  of 
that  lady,  by  which,  her  or  her  fortune  were  made 
mine.  Be  pleased  to  peruse. 

(Presenting  the  document  to  the  Judge.) 

Judge.  (Reading.)  "  We,  Derric  Van  Slaus,  Bur- 
gomaster, and  Rip  Van  Winkle,  desirous  of  pro- 
viding for  the  prosperity  of  our  offspring,  do  here- 
by mutually  agree  that  Herman  Van  Slaus  and 
Lorrenna  Van  Winkle  shall  be  united  on  the 
demand  of  either.  Whosoever  of  those  contracted, 
fails  in  fulfilling  this  agreement,  shall  forfeit  their 
fortune  to  the  party  complaining. 

Rip  Van  Winkle, 
Derric  Van  Slaus." 

But  here's  a  codicil.  "  Should  the  said  Rip  Van 
Winkle  think  fit  to  annul  this  contract,  within 
twenty  years  and  a  day,  he  shall  be  at  full  liberty 
to  do  so.  (Signed)  Derric  Van  Slaus." 

The  document  is  perfect  in  every  form.  Rip 
Van  Winkle,  'tis  stated,  is  defunct.  Is  there  any- 
one present  to  prove  his  signature  ? 

Herm.  Mr.  Knickerbocker,  if  he  dare  be  honest, 
will  attest  it. 

Knick.  Dare  be  honest,  sir!  presume  you  to 
question  my  vei-acity?  How  was  that  bond  ob- 
haiucd  ? 

Herm.  Why  should  yon  ask  ?  The  late  Rip  Van 
Winkle,  anxious  for  the  prosperity  of  his  offspring', 
though  too  indolent  to  provide  for  their  subsist- 
once,  persuaded  my  deceased  father  to  form  this 
alliance 

A')i  icfc.  It's  a  lie  !     Hum ! 

Judge.  Restrain  this  violence !  a  court  of  justice 
must  not  be  swayed  by  such  proceedings. 

Herm.  Behold,  sir!  a  picture  of  their  general 
effrontery.  In  a  public  tribunal  to  threaten  those 
\-lio,  in  pleading  their  own  right,  but  advocate  the 
<••.iu.sc  of  justice. 

Lor.  (Comes  down  xtngr.)  All  my  hopes  vanish — 
Bleak  and  dreary  is  the  perspective. 

I !>-, •!,>,.  (Advances.)  At  last  I  triumph  I  Now, 
larly,  your  hand  or  your  inheritance. 

L«,\  My  hand!  Never!  Welcome  were  every 
privation  to  a  union  with  one  so  base. 

J'ltlgc.  It  appear?,  then,  that  this  signature  is 
riot  denied  by  the  defendant,  and  in  that  case  the 
contract  must  stand  in  full  force  against  her. 

Lo,-.  Oh!  Alien,  take  me  home  ;    poverty,  death, 
anything  rather  than  wed  the  man  I  cannot  love. 
(She  is  led  off  by  Alice,  it.  H.) 

Knick.  Why,  damn  it,  Judge! 

Jii'lgc.  Mr.  Knickerbocker. 

Knick.  I  beg  pardon,  I  meant  no  disrespect  to 
the  court,  but  I  had  thought  after 


Judge.  I  have  decided,  Mr.  Knickerbocker. 

Knick.  Oh !  yon  have  decided.  Yes,  and  a 
damned  pretty  mess  you've  made  of  it.  But  I 
shan't  abide  by  your  decision;  I'll  appeal  to  a 
higher  court.  I  am  now  a  member  of  the  legis- 
lature, and  if  they  allow  such  blocks  as  you  on  the 
bench,  I'll  have  a  tax  upon  timber,  sir — yes,  sir,  a 
tax  upon  timber. 

[Exit,  B.,  in  a  rage. 

Judge.  Twenty  years  and  a  day  is  the  period 
within  which  the  contract  could  be  cancelled  by 
the  negature  of  Rip  Van  Winkle,  and  as  he  has 
rendered  no  opposition  during  this  lengthened 
time 

Herm.  'Tis  not  vei-y  probable,  sir,  that  he  will 
alter  his  intentions  by  appearing,  to  do  so  within 
the  few  brief  hours  that  will  complete  the  day. 
Can  the  grave  give  up  its  inmates  ?  No,  no  !  Who 
dare  pretend  to  dispute  my  rights  ?  The  only  one 
who  could  do  so  has  been  'dead  these  twenty 
years. 

Enter  GUSTAFFE  and  RIP,  i.  H. 

Gust.  'Tis  false  !  Rip  Van  Winkle  stands  before 
you!  (Chord.) 

Omnes.  Rip  Van  Winkle ! 

Herm.  You  Rip  Van  Winkle !  Van  Winkle  come 
back  after  such  a  lapse  of  time  ?  impossible ! 

Rip.  Nothing  at  all  impossible  in  anything  Rip 
Van  Winkle  undertakes,  and  though  all  of  you  arc- 
in  the  same  story,  dat  he  has  been  gone  so  long, 
he  is  nevertheless  back  soon  enough,  to  your  sor- 
row, my  chap. 

Herm.  If  this  indeed  be  Rip  Van  Winkle,  where 
has  he  hid  himself  for  twenty  years  ? 
Judge.  What  answer  do  you  make  to  this  ? 
Rip.  Why,  dat  I  went  up  in  de  mountains  last 
night,  and  got   drunk  mit  some  jolly  dogs,  and 
when  I  came  back  dis  morning  I  found  myself  dead 
for  twenty  years. 
Herm.  You  hear  him,  sir. 

Judge.  This  is  evidently  an  impostor ;  take  him 
into  custody. 

Gust.  Stay!  delay  your  judgment  one  moment 
;ill  I  bring  the  best  of  proofs — his  child  and 
sister. 

[Exit,  E. 

Herm.  If  you  are  Rip  Van  Winkle,  some  one  hero 
would  surely  recognise  you. 

Rip.  To  be  sure  dey  will!  everyone  knows  me  in 
Hatskill.  (All  gather  round  him  and  shake  their 
heads.)  No,  no,  I  don't  know  dese  peoples— dey 
don't  know  me,  neither,  and  yesterday  dere  was 
not  a  dog  in  the  village  but  would  have  wagged  his 
tail  at  me ;  now  dey  bark.  Dere's  not  a  child  but 
would  have  scrambled  on  my  knees — now  dey  run. 
from  me.  Are  we  so  soon  forgotten  when  we're 
gone  ?  Already  dere  is  no  one  wot  knows  poor 
Rip  Van  Winkle. 
Herm.  So,  indeed,  it  seems. 

Rip.  And  have  you  forgot  de  time  I  saved  your 
life  ? 

Herm.  Why,  I— I— I 

Rip.  In  course  you  have  !  a  short  memory  is  con- 
venient for  you,  Herman. 

Herm.  f^side.)  Should  this  indeed  be  ho  !  (Aloud.) 
I  demand  judgment. 

Judge.  Stay!  If  you  be  Rip  Van  Winkle,  yon 
should  have  a  counterpart  of  this  agreement. 
Have  you  such  a  paper  ? 

Rip.  Paper  I  I  don't  know;  de  burgomaster  gave 
me  a  ?aper  iast  night.  I  put  it  in  my  breast,  but 


14 


RIP    VAN    WINKLE. 


I  must  have  loosed  him.  No,  no—  here  he  is  !  here  is 
de  paper  ! 

(Gives  it  to  Judge,  ioK*  reads  it.) 

Judge.  'Tis  Rip  Van  Winkle! 

.     (.411  gather  round  and  shake  hands  with 

him.) 

Eip.  Oh  !  everybody  knows  me  now! 
Herm.  Rip  Van  Winkle  alive  !  then  I  am  dead 
to  fortune  and  to  fame  ;  the  fiends  have  marred 
my  brightest  prospects,  and  nought  is  left  but 
poverty  and  despair. 

[Eant,  L.  H. 

Gust.  (Without,  E.)  Room  there!  who  will  keep 
a  child  from  a  long-lost  father's  arms  ! 

Enter  GUSTAFFE,  with  LORRENNA,  ALICE, 
and  KNICKERBOCKER. 

lor.  My  father!  (Embraces  Rip.) 

Rip.  Are  you  mine  daughter  ?  let's  look  at  you. 

Oh,  my  child  —  but  how  you  have  grown  since  yon 

was  a  little  gaL    But  who  is  dis  ? 


Alice.  Why,  brother!— 

Rip.  Alice !  give  us  a  hug.    Who  is  dat  ? 

Alice.  Why,  my  husband — Knickerbocker. 

Rip.  Why,  Knick.  (Shakes  hands.)  Alice  has 
grown  as  big  round  as  a  tub;  she  hasn't  been 
living  on  pumpkins.  But  where  is  young  Rip,  my 
baby  ? 

Knick.  Oh,  he  was  in  the  court-house  just  now. 
Ah !  here  he  comes  ! 

Enter  RIP  VAN  WINKLE,  JR.,  B.  1.  E. 

Eip.  Is  dat  my  baby  ?  Come  here,  Rip,  come  here, 
you  dog ;  I  am  your  father.  r  What  an  interesting 
brat  it  is. 

Knick.  But  tell  us,  Rip,  where  have  yon  hid 
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of  mine  f  rients.  Unt  ladies  and  gents,  here  is  your 
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5  Di  i 

3  To  F.-ir-off  Mountain    (Duet) 
f  'Jlu-  Anchor  s  Weigli'd    (Ballad) 
j  A  Woman  s  Heart    (iiallad) 
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s,  iiovv  Crightly  lieains  the  Morning 
L  The  Marriage  <>f  the  lioses    (Valse) 

2  Sorina    (Diiet) 

Heavenly  Bean ty    (Cavatlna) 
t  In  Childhood  my  Toys    'Sonjr) 

lieauty  Clot  lies  tlie  Fertile  Vale 

6  The  Harp  that  once  through  Tara's  Halls 

:anly  Heart    (Duet) 
••vcn's  "Andante  and  Variations  " 
9  In  that  Lons-lo'-t  Home  we  Love    (-ong) 

0  Where  the  :  ^""g) 

1  Ali.  fair  l)re:un    ("Marta") 

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3  Angels  ever  15ri«ht  and  Fair 

4  N.'tirMit  e'>  rer    (Duet) 

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S '  ill  X) 

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I've  Bought 
H  Tom  Bowling    (- 
i  Tell  me,  Mary,  how  to  Woo  Thee    (Ballad) 


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."7  Itoek'd  in  the  (Jradie  ul 

:;s  Bectlioveii's  Wai:. 

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40  A  Life  on  the  Ocean"  W. 

41  Why   are    you   Wande, -;'i .-    here    I 

(Ballad) 

42  A  Mtiiden's  Prayer. 

43  Vaise  Brillante 

41  Home,  Hweet  Home!  (- 
45  Oft  in  the  Stilly  Night  (: 
•10  All's  \\  ell  (Duet) 

47  Tin1  "Crown  Diamond-*"    Fim:a.>i.i 

48  Hear  me,  dear  One    (Serenade) 

4:'  Yi.iith  and  Love  at  the  llel,:i    (Hurca 

50  Adelaide    Beethoven    IMHIU') 

51  Tile  Death  of  Nelson     (( 

52  Hark.  hark,  the  f,nrk 

.V,  The  Last  Rose  of  Summer     (Irish  Mi 

5-1  T:  e  Thorn    (Song) 

-.5  The  Lads  of  the  Village    (Song) 

5<;  There  be  none  ot  15ean;\  V  Daughters 

-,7  The  Wanderer  (Songi 

58  I  nave  Plucked  the  Fairest  Flower 

55)  B-d  Ale  Discourse     (Sungj 

CO  Fisher  .Maiden    (S  ,nu 

•M   Fair  Airnes     (Barcaroll.-) 

M   How  Calniiind  Bright    tf 

i;:i  Woman's  Inconstancy    (Song) 

01  Echo  Duet 

65  The  Meeting  of  the  Waters    (Irish  Melody,. 

G<;  Lo,  Here  the  Gentle  Lark 

i1, 7  B'-i.-thoven's.  Waltzes      (Sees.; 

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1883 


Burke,  Charles  St.  Thomas 

Rip  Van  Winkle 
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