Judy.—Punch, where's that child? Tell me quickly.
Punch.—The Child cried and I dropped it out at the window.
Judy.—I'll drop you on the floor—depend upon it—where is my stick? (Exit Judy.)
Punch.—There she goes—three feet three inches and a chaw tobacco high. (He sings) "there was an old woman who lived in her shoe—shoe—shew!"
(Re-enter Judy with a stick; she comes in behind him and hits Punch a square blow on the back of the head before he is aware.)
Judy.—You monster—I'll teach you how to hold a child—you nasty puke.
Punch.—So-o-oftly—Judy my dear so-o-oftly! (rubbing the back of his head with his hands) don't be a fool!
Judy.—You'll drop my poor child out at the window will you? (hitting him continually on his head.)
Punch.—Don't Judy—stop I tell you—a joke is a joke.
Judy.—You cruel man—you think it is a joke do you—it is no joke with me to have my poor dear child beat to death! I'll show you how to use a child. (Hits him.)