Beadle. (Closing with them.) Hi, hi! this is him; behold the head of a traitor! Come along! come to gaol!
Punch. (A-kicking.) I will not go.
Beadle. (Shouting.) More help! more help! more help! help! help! Come along to gaol! come along! come along! More help! more help!
(Oh! it’s a good lark just here, sir, but tremendous hard work, for there’s so many figures to work—and all struggling, too,—and you have to work them all at once. This is comic, this is.)
Beadle. More help! be quick! be quick!
Re-enter Jim Crow.
Jim Crow. Come de long! come de long! come de long! me nigger, and you beata me.
[Exaunts all, Punch still singing out, “I’ll not go.”
END OF FIRST ACT.
Change of Scene for Second Act.