as you do (she gives it him). Get away! (Exit JUDY. | tors). He! he! he! (laughing and singing to the same PUNCH nursing the CHILD in his arms.) What a pretty tune as before).

Dancy, baby, diddy;
What shall daddy do widdy?

Sit on his lap;

Give it some pap;
Dancy, baby, diddy.

Judy. I heard you make the pretty darling cry.
Punch. I dropped it out at window.

Judy. Oh, you cruel, horrid wretch! to drop the pretty baby out at window. Oh! (cries, and wipes her eyes with the corner of her white apron). You barbarous man. Oh! I'll make you pay for this, depend upon it. [Exit in haste.

Punch. There she goes. What a piece of work about nothing!

(Dances about and sings, beating time with his head, as he turns round, on the front of the stage.)

Re-enter JUDY with a stick; she comes in behind, and hits PUNCH a sounding blow on the back of the head before he is aware.

(After nursing it upon his lap, PUNCH sticks the CHILD against the side of the stage, on the platform, and going himself to the opposite side, runs up to it, clapping his hands, and crying, "Catchee, catchee, catchee!" He then takes it up again, and it begins to cry.) What is the matter with it? Poor thing! It has got the stomach-ache, I dare say (CHILD cries). Hush-a-by, hush-a-by! (sitting down, and rolling it on his knees). Naughty child! Judy! (calling) the child has got the stomach-ache. Pheu! Nasty child! Judy, I say! (CHILD continues to cry). Keep quiet, can't you? (hits it a box on the ear). Oh, you filthy child! What have you done? I won't keep such a nasty child. Hold your tongue! (strikes the CHILD's head several times against the side of the stage). There!-there! there! How you like that? I thought I stop your squalling. Judy. What! you'll drop my poor baby out at winGet along with you, nasty, naughty, crying child! dow again, will you? (hitting him continually on the (throws it over the front of the stage among the specta-head).

Judy. I'll teach you to drop my child ont at window. Punch. So-o-oftly, Judy, so-o-oftly! (rubbing the back of his head with his hand). Don't be a fool now. What you at?

THE STORY OF PUNCH AND JUDY.

Punch. No; I never will again (she still hits him). Softly, I say, softly. A joke's a joke.

Judy. Oh, you nasty, cruel brute! (hitting him again).

I'll teach you.

Punch. But me no like such teaching. What! you're in earnest, are you?

Judy. Yes (hit); I (hit) am (hit).

Punch. I'm glad of it. Me no like such jokes (she hits him again). Leave off, I say. What! you won't, won't you?

Judy. No; I won't (hits him).

Punch. Very well; then now come my turn to teach you (he snatches at, and struggles with her for the stick, which he wrenches from her, and strikes her with it on the head, while she runs about to different parts of the stage to get out of his way). How you like my teaching, Judy, my pretty dear? (hitting her). Judy. Oh, pray, Mr. Punch-no more!

Punch (aside). What a beauty! What a pretty creat-
ure!

(Extending his arms, and then clasping his hands
in admiration. She continues to dance, and
dances round him, while he surveys her in silent
delight. He then begins to sing a slow tune, and
foots it with her; and, as the music quickens,
they jig it backward and forward, and sideways,
to all parts of the stage. At last PUNCH catches
the lady in his arms, and kisses her most audi-
After
bly, while she appears "nothing loth."
waltzing, they dance to the tune of "The White
Cockade," and PUNCH sings as follows:

I love you so, I love you so,

I never will leave you; no, no, no.

If I had all the wives of wise King Sol,
I would kill them all for my pretty Poll.

[Exeunt, dancing.

JUDY BEATS PUNOH

Punch. Yes; one littel more lesson (hits her again). There, there, there! (she falls down, with her head over the platform of the stage; and as he continues to hit at her she puts up her hand to guard her head). Any more? Judy. No, no; no more (lifting up her head). Punch (knocking down her head). I thought I should soon make you quiet.

Judy (again raising her head). No.

Punch (again knocking it down, and following up his blows until she is lifeless). Now if you're satisfied, I am (perceiving that she does not move). There, get up, Judy, my dear; I won't hit you any more. None of your sham-Abram. This is only your fun. You got the Get up, I say! headache? Why, you only asleep. Well then, get down (tosses the body down with the end of his stick). He, he, he! (laughing). To lose a wife is to get a fortune.

Who'd be plagued with a wife

That could set himself free

With a rope or a knife,

Or a good stick, like me.

(He throws away the body with his stick.)
Enter PRETTY POLLY.

Punch (seeing her, and singing out of "The Beggar's
Opera," while she dances).

When the heart of a man is oppressed with cares,
The clouds are dispelled when a woman appears, etc.

ACT II.

air, and moves to it with great gravity and solemnity. Enter a FIGURE dressed like a courtier, who sings a slow He first takes off his hat on the right of the theatre, and then on the left, and carries it in his hand. He then stops in the centre; the music ceases, and suddenly his throat begins to elongate, and his head gradually rises until his neck is taller than all the rest of his body. After pausing for some time, the head sinks again; and as soon as it has descended to its natural place the FIGURE exit.

Enter PUNON from behind the curtain, where he had been
watching the manœuvres of the FIGURE.
Punch. Who the devil are you, me should like to
for you, one of these days, by somebody else. It's a
know, with your long neck? You may get it stretched
very fine day (peeping out, and looking up at the sky).
I'll go fetch my horse, and take a ride to visit my pretty
Poll (he sings to the tune of "Sally in our Alley").
Of all the girls that are so smart,
There's none like pretty Polly:
She's the darling of my heart,
She is so plump and jolly.

[Exit, singing.

Re-enter PUNCH, leading his horse by the bridle over his
It prances about, and seems very unruly.
Punch. Wo, ho! my fine fellow. Wo, ho! Hector.

arm.