Doctor.—A five pound note.
Punch.—Give me the change out of a twopenny-halfpenny postage stamp.
Doctor.—I want five pounds.
Punch.—Let me feel for my purse. (Takes up the stick and hits Doctor.) One! two! three! four! five! (Delivers five blows, and Doctor falls lifeless.) The bill’s settled, and so is the doctor. Root-to-to-to-too-it! (Sings and dances.)
Enter Joey, the Clown.
Joey.—Hullo, Mr. Punch! (Disappears again.)
Punch.—Who called me? (Looks round, and seeing no one, resumes his song.)
“I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls,
With vassals and serfs at my si-i-ide——”
(Joey rises, and taking up the dead body of the Doctor, bobs its head in Punch’s face.)