Punch. Very well, then, now come my turn to teach you. (he snatches at, and struggles with her for the stick, which he wrenches from her and strikes her with it on the head, while she runs about to different parts of the stage to get out of his way) How you like my teaching, Judy, my pretty dear? (hitting her.)
Judy. O, pray, Mr. Punch—no more!
Punch. Yes; one little more lesson. (hits her again) There, there, there! (she falls down, with her head over the platform of the stage; and as he continues to hit at her she puts up her hand to guard her head) Any more?
Judy. No, no; no more. (lifting up her head.)
Punch (knocking down her head). I thought I should soon make you quiet.
Judy (again raising her head). No.
Punch (again knocking it down, and following up his blows until she is lifeless). Now, if you’re satisfied, I am. (perceiving that she does not move) There, get up, Judy, my dear; I won’t hit you any more. None of your shamming. This is only your fun. You got the headache? Why, you only asleep. Get up, I say! Well, then, get down. (tosses the body down with the end of his stick.)
Showman (outside). Oh, Mr. Punch, what have you done? You will have a ghost after you now.
Punch. I don’t care.
Showman. You don’t care?