Punch.—I don't want to learn—are you in earnest?
Judy.—Yes (hit) I (hit) am. (hit.)
Punch.—Leave off I tell you. What! you refuse? do you?
Judy.—I won't leave off. (Hits him.)
Punch.—Very well my lady; now comes my turn. (He snatches the stick from her, and strikes her on the head while she runs about to different parts of the stage to get out of his way.) How do you like that? old gal, and (hitting her) that?
Judy.—Mr. Punch, you ought to be ashamed of yourself to strike a woman! a helpless woman like me—get out with you.
Punch.—If a horse kicks me I'll kick him back if I can—if a dog bites me I'll bite him—you take that (hits) and one more (hits her again—she falls to the floor; Punch is alarmed.) No, no; I won't hit you again. Judy (he lifts her up) don't cry—let's make up and never quarrel again! (He kisses her, Judy puts her arms around his neck and lovingly forgives him.)
Judy.—Don't you never strike me any more.
Punch.—No never! now my dear go down stairs and take care of the baby—you be good to me and I'll be good to you. (Exit Judy. Punch sings)
I am a jolly shoe-maker my name is Dick Ale,
I am a bit of a beast for I live in a stall,
With an ugly old wife and a tortoise shell cat,
I mend boots and shoes with a rat-a-tat-tat.