Landlord. Then you’re both jolly thieves, and I must have my property. A scuffle ensues. Punch hollars out, Joey! Joey! Here’s the landlord a stealing the sausages!
(So you see Punch wants to make the landlord a thief so as to exempt himself. He’s a hypocrite there again, you see again—all through the piece he’s the master-piece. Oh a most clever man is Punch, and such an hypocrite.)
(Punch, seizing the fryingpan, which has been on the play-board, knocks it on the publican’s head; when, there being a false bottom to it, the head goes through it, and the sausages gets about the Publican’s neck, and Punch pulls at the pan and the sausages with veheminence, till the landlord is exhausted, and exaunts with his own property back again; so there is no harm done, only merely for the lark to return to those people what belongs to ’em—What you take away from a person always give to them again.)
Re-enter Clown.
Clown. Well, Mr. Punch, I shall wish you a pleasant good morning.
Punch. [Hits him with his cudgel.] Good morning to you, Joey.
Exaunt Joey.
Punch sits down by the side of the poker, and Scaramouch appears without a head.
Punch looks, and beholds, and he’s frightened, and exaunts with the poker.
Scaramouch does a comic dance, with his long neck shooting up and down with the actions of his body, after which he exaunts.