(Punch—continues to dance—a negro comes up slyly behind him and hits him a heavy blow on the side of his head, and before Punch gets a glance at him, darts out of sight. Punch scratches his head, looks about the stage—seemingly much perplexed—but is soon relieved by the appearance of Judy with the Child. Enter Judy with the Baby.)
Judy.—Mr. Punch, here is our own little darling: you hold the child while I go down in the kitchen and prepare dinner—mind you—don't you slap or pinch it, to make it cry. (He takes the Child. Exit Judy.)
(Punch sings) "It is good to be a father," etc. (He tries to make it sit up—the Child cries—he again sings.)
"Lullaby baby in the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock."
Oh, you little tu-te-tutes—pretty bird, sit up. (He takes it in his lap and tries to make it sit up.) The baby want he mamma? yes, he does. (He becomes impatient at the noise of the Child.) If you don't stop I'll give you a good spanking. (Throws the Child up and catches it.) Catchee, catchee, catchee! (Child continues to cry and Punch getting angry throws it out at the window.) He! he! he! (laughing and singing)
I am not such an ugly man!
The girls all laugh whenever they can—
And they sing, 'there goes the ugly man!'
(Re-enter Judy.) Judy.—Mr. Punch, where is the Child?
Punch.—Gone to sleep.
Judy.—(Looking around and not seeing it.) Where have you put it?—is it in the cradle?
Punch.—No my dear, I put it into the soup.