You’ll grow up a man.”
Oh, you little duck! There never was such a good child.
Master Punch (cries).—Mam-ma-a-a!
Punch (knocking the Baby’s head against the wall).—Go to sleep, you naughty boy! (Resumes his song.)
“Hush-a-bye, baby——”
Master Punch (louder).—Mam-ma-a-a-a!
Punch (hitting harder).—Hush-a-bye!
Master Punch (yells).—Ya-a-a-ah-ah!
Punch (hitting him).—Be quiet, can’t you? Bless him, he’s got his father’s nose! (The child seizes Punch by the nose.) Murder! Let go! There! go to your mother, then. (Throws Master Punch into interior of show, calls, “Judy, my dear! Judy!” then sings)—
“She’s all my fancy painted her,