Punch (dances up and down the stage in high glee; peeps round, and looks at front of box, says). Oh, no; I not touch it.
Foreigner. Now, Mr. Punch, I am going away; but remember, you are not to touch that box. [Exit Foreigner.
Punch. Oh, no; I not touch it. (he taps, however, at side of box, and darts away, dancing.)
Foreigner (returning). Ah! Now, Mr. Punch, I saw you touching that box.
Punch. Oh, no! me no go near it.
Foreigner. Now remember, Mr. Punch, if you go touching or opening that box, the little dog may wake up and bite.
Punch (continuing his dance to and fro, says). I not touch box; you can go away. (Foreigner disappears.)
(Punch, getting curious, remarks: “I’d like to see what is inside that box.” Attempts to raise the lid, but is startled by a yell. Box flies open, and the little Dog pops his head and forepaws out; tries to get a grip at Punch, which he partially succeeds in. Punch squeals, and gets away; cautiously carries on a combat, ending in the little Dog being driven down, the lid of the box closing on him. Mr. Punch, congratulating himself that there are no more foes, is startled by hearing a roaring sound, and, on attempting to open the lid, shows alarm at the appearance of his Satanic Majesty.)
Demon. Mr. Punch, I’m from the infernal regions.
Punch. Well, what of that?