Punch (holding out his hands). Give it me—pretty little thing! How like its sweet mamma!
Judy. How awkward you are!
Punch. Give it me; I know how to nurse it as well as you do. (she gives it him) Get away! (Exit Judy. Punch, nursing the Child in his arms) What a pretty baby it is! was it sleepy then? Hush-a-by, by, by. (sings to the tune of “Rest thee, Babe”)
Oh, rest thee, my baby,
Thy daddy is here;
Thy mammy’s a gaby,
And that’s very clear.
Oh, rest thee, my darling,
Thy mother will come,
With a voice like a starling;—