Servant. You one nasty, noisy, impudent blackguard. Me catch you yet. (hides again as before.)
(Enter Punch, and strikes him as before with the bell. The Servant pops out, and aims a blow, but not quickly enough to hit Punch, who exit.)
Servant. You scoundrel, rascal, vagabond, blackguard and liar, you shall pay for this, depend upon it.
(He stands back. Enter Punch, with his bell, who, seeing the Servant with his stick, retreats instantly, and returns, also armed with a bludgeon, which he does not at first show. The Servant comes forward, and strikes Punch on the head so hard a blow that it seems to confuse him.)
Servant. Me teach you how to ring your nasty, noisy bell near de gentil-men’s houses.
Punch (recovering). Two can play at that. (hits the Servant with his stick. A conflict—after a long struggle, during which the combatants exchange staves, and perform various maneuvers, Punch gains the victory, and knocks his antagonist down on the platform, by repeated blows on the head.)
Servant. Oh, dear! Oh, my head!
Punch. And oh, your tail, too. (hitting him there) How do you like that, and that, and that? (hitting him each time) Do you like that music better than the other? This is my bell, (hits) this my organ, (hits) this my fiddle, (hits) this my drum, (hits) and this my trumpet, (hits) there! A whole concert for you.
Servant. No more! me dead.
Punch. Quite dead?