Servant. My master he no lika de music, Mr. Punch, so he'll have no more noise near his house.[1]
Punch. He don't, don't he? Very well. Punch runs about the stage ringing his bell as loudly as he can)
Servant. Get away, I say wid dat nasty bell.
Punch. What bell?
Servant. That bell, (striking it with his hand)
Punch. That's a good one. Do you call this a bell? (patting it) It is an organ.
Servant. I say it is a bell, a nasty bell.
Punch. I say it is an organ, (striking him with it) What you say it is now?
Servant. An organ, Mr. Punch.
Punch. An organ? I say it is a fiddle. Can't you see? (offers to strike him again)
Servant. It is a fiddle.
Punch. I say it is a drum.
Servant. It is a drum, Mr. Punch.
Punch. I say it is a trumpet.
Servant. Well, so it is a trumpet. But bell, organ, fiddle, drum, or trumpet, my master, he say he no lika de music.
Punch. Then bell, organ, fiddle, drum, or trumpet, Mr. Punch he say your master is a fool.
Servant. And he say too, he will not have it near his house.
Punch. He's a fool, I say, not to like my sweet music. Tell him so: be off. (hits him with the bell) Get along. (driving the Servant round the stage, backwards, and- ↑ Part of a now unacted scene in "Othello," very much resembles this. The Clown enters, and complains of certain serenaders hired by Cassio, and tells them, "the General so likes your music, that he desires you of all loves to make no more noise with it. 1st Musician. Well, sir, we will not. Clown. If you have any music that may not be heard, to't again: but as they say, to hear music, the General does not greatly care. 1st Musician. We have none such, sir. Clown. Then put your pipes in your bag and hie away. Go—vanish into air! Away!"
