Punch (putting his head over).—There?
Hangman.—No; lower down.
Punch.—Well, I never was hanged before, so how should I know how it’s done?
Hangman.—I suppose I must show you the way. Now, then, keep your eye on me. I put my head in the noose—so! (Puts his head in the noose.)
Punch.—Oh, like that, is it? (Pulls the rope tightly, and hangs the hangman.) Oee! oee! oee! I understand all about it. Root-to-too-it! Here’s a man tumbled into a ditch, and hung himself up to dry.
Hurra! hurra! I’ve done the trick!
Jack Ketch is dead, and Punch is free!
(Ghost rises, and taps Punch on the shoulders.)
Ghost.—You’re wanted.
Punch.—Oh, dear! oh, dear! What for?