Punch.—A pretty sort of doctor, to come without any physic!
Re-enter Doctor with stick.
Doctor.—Now, Mr. Punch, we’ll soon see whether you are dead? (Beating him.) Physic! physic! physic!
Punch.—What sort of physic do you call that, Doctor?
Doctor.—Stick-licorice! stick-licorice! stick-licorice! (Repeats the dose.)
Punch.—Stop a bit! Give me the bottle in my own hands. (Takes stick from the Doctor, and thrashes him with it.) Physic! physic! physic!
Doctor.—Oh!
Punch.—Don’t you like your own physic? (Hitting him again.) Stick-licorice! stick-licorice! stick-licorice!
Doctor.—For goodness’ sake, Punch, pay me my fee, and let me go!
Punch.—What is your fee? (Lays down stick.)