[ACT V.]
Scene.—The Prison House.
Enter a Constable.
Constable. Leave off your singing, Mr. Punch, for I’ve come to make you sing on the wrong side of your mouth.
Punch. Why, who the devil are you?
Constable. Don’t you know me?
Punch. No, and don’t want to know you.
Constable. Oh, but you must: I am the constable.