Enter Scaramouch.
Scara. Ah, ah! Mr. Punch, I’ve found you out. That’s the way you killed my poor dog, is it?
Punch (striking him on the head). Yes; just so.
(Scaramouch falls dead beside the Doctor. Punch counts them up, “One, two.”)
Enter Irishman.
Irish. Hey day, Mr. Punch, I’m glad to see you. (he shakes hands.)
Punch. Ah, ah! Paddy, you look merry this morning. What brings you this way?
Irish. Only a little on the spree, and I’m going to tell you a little story.
Punch. Well, go ahead.