Mary (returns with a broomstick, vigorously belabors Schmidt, who is glad to beat a hasty retreat, saying) I never vill vant to take four dollars’ worth at dis hotel when I come dis way again. [Exit.
The Negro here pops his head above the stage, announces that the next show will take place in the course of fifteen minutes, with a change of programme.
[ACT IV.]
SCARAMOUCH AND HIS FIDDLE.
Enter Scaramouch.
(Punch, alarmed at the appearance of Scaramouch, retreats round the corner of the stage.)
Scara. Mr. Punch, Mr. Punch!