Officer. Stop your noise, my fine fellow.
Punch. Shan’t.
Officer. I’m an officer.
Punch. Very well. Did I say you were not?
Officer. You must go with me. You killed your wife and child.
Punch. They were my own, I suppose; and I had a right to do what I liked with them.
Officer. We shall see that. I’m come to take you up.
Punch. And I’m come to take you down. (Punch knocks him down, and sings and dances as before.)
Enter Jack Ketch, in a fur cap. Punch, while dancing, runs up against him without seeing him.