Scara. Hollo, Mr. Punch, what is all this noise about?
Punch. Who are you?
Scara. I want to know what you’ve done with my dog Toby.
Punch. Your dog?
Scara. Yes.
Punch. I know nothing about him.
Scara. That won’t do, Mr. Punch. You were seen going round Gretna Square with him last night, and I want that dog.
Punch. You are a cure. (beats his stick on the stage.)
Scara. You call me a cure; that won’t do, Mr. Punch.