Punch. No; lower, lower!
Doctor. Here, then? (going downwards.)
Punch. No; lower still.
Doctor. Then is your handsome leg broken?
Punch. No; higher.
(As the Doctor leans over Punch’s legs to examine them, Punch hits him in the eye.)
Doctor. Oh, my eye! my eye!
Punch. Aye, you’re right enough; it is my eye, and Betty Martin, too.
Doctor. Let me feel your pulse, Mr. Punch.