Scara. Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Mr. Punch, I’ll have no more of that. [Exit Scaramouch.
Enter Polly, very gayly dressed.
Polly. Where is my father? my dear father!
Punch (aside). What a beauty!
Polly. Who killed my poor father? Oh! Oh! (cries.)
Punch. ’Twas I.
Polly. Oh! Cruel wretch, why did you kill my father?
Punch. For your sake, my love.
Polly. Oh, you barbarian!