Punch (approaching nearer). Mr. Scaramouch, what have you there?
Scara. This, Mr. Punch, is my fiddle.
Punch. Call that a fiddle?
Scara. Yes, it’s a real beauty.
Punch. If it’s a fiddle, why don’t you play a tune?
Scara. That is just what I’m going to do. Thum, thum. Tum, tum, tum. Bing, bing, bing, bing.
Punch. Surely you don’t call that a tune? Why, I could do better than that.
Scara. (gives Punch the fiddle). Then let me hear you.
Punch. Thum. Tum. Thum. Tum. (he strikes Scaramouch blows on the back of the head, saying) Bing, bing, bing, bing.