Punch. Ketch that then. (Punch knocks down Jack Ketch, and continues to dance and sing.)
Re-enter Jack Ketch.
J. Ketch. Mr. Punch, there is your gallows and likewise—(retreats below.)
Punch. What do you call a likewise?
J. Ketch.[2] There is your coffin.
Punch. What that for, I wonder? Oh, dear, I see now: what one fool I was! That is large basket for the fruit be put into. (he takes up coffin, runs with it two circles round the stage and slams it down on to Ketch’s head, depositing it with a bang down on to the stage.)
J. Ketch (adjusting the rope of the gallows). Mr. Punch, step this way and have some dinner!
Punch. Much obliged Mr. Ketch, but I have already taken dinner.
J. Ketch. Come, then, and have some nice ice-cream.