striking him often with the bell) Be off, be off. (knocking him off the stage. Exit Servant. Punch continues to ring the bell as loudly as before, while he sings and dances)
Re-enter Servant, slily, with a stick.
Servant. You one nasty, noisy, impudent blackguard, Me catch you yet. (hides again as before)
Servant. You dirty scoundrel, rascal, thief, vagabond, blackguard, and liar, you shall pay for this, depend upon it.
Servant. Me teach you how to ring your nasty noisy bell near de gentil-mens houses.
Punch. (recovering) Two can play at that, (hits the Servant with his stick. A conflict:—after a long struggle, during which the combatants exchange staves, and perform various manœuvres, Punch gains the victory, and knocks his antagonist down on the platform, by repeated blows on the head)
Servant. Oh, dear! Oh, my head!
Punch. And oh, your tail, too. (hitting him there) How do you like that, and that, and that? (hitting him each time) Do you like that music better than the other?—