Punch.—There goes a hang-dog looking fellow whom they doubtless keep to feed hogs—the fellow's face resembles a side of sole leather, with a slit in it which he calls a mouth.
(Enter the Constable. He examines the Gibbet and exits.)
Punch.—There goes the man that stole the butcher's dog.
(Enter two men with a coffin—they set it down on the platform and exit.)
Punch.—Hello, there goes two scoundrels—body snatchers. What grave have they been robbing?
(Re-enter Jack Ketch.) Jack Ketch.—Now, Mr. Punch, you may come out.
(Punch walks out.) Punch.—Jack, what have you got on your face?
J. K.—I wear a mask because I am the public executioner. It was my ancestor who cut off the head of Ann Bowlin, Catherine Howard, Lady Jane Gray and Mary, Queen of Scots, and now I am going to execute you—for killing the Dr.'s servant.
Punch.—No you don't, if you do I'll be hanged.
J. K.—Why did you kill old Joe?