BLIND MAN. No, Mr. Punch. Pray, sir, bestow your charity upon a poor blind man, with a bad cough. (_coughs._) PUNCH. Get along, get along; don't trouble me: nothing for you. BLIND MAN. Only a half-penny! Oh, dear! my cough is so bad! (_coughs and spits in PUNCH'S face._) PUNCH. Hollo! Was my face the dirtiest place you could find to spit in? Get away! you nasty old blackguard! Get away! (_seizes the BLIND MAN'S staff, and knocks him off the stage. PUNCH hums a tune, and dances to it; and then begins to sing, in the mock Italian style, the following words, pretending to play the fiddle on his arm, with the stick_) When I think on you, my jewel, Wonder not my heart is sad; You're so fair, and yet so cruel, You're enough to drive me mad. On thy lover take some pity, And relieve his bitter smart. Think you Heaven has made you pretty But to break your lover's heart? [Illustration] ACT V. SCENE.--_The Prison House._ _Enter a CONSTABLE._ CONSTABLE. Leave off your singing, Mr. Punch, for I've come to make you sing on the wrong side of your mouth. PUNCH. Why, who the devil are you? CONSTABLE. Don't you know me? PUNCH. No, and don't want to know you. CONSTABLE. Oh, but you must: I am the constable. PUNCH. And who sent for you? CONSTABLE. I am sent for you. PUNCH. I don't want constable. I can settle my own business without constable, I thank you. I don't want constable. CONSTABLE. But the constable wants you. PUNCH. The dickens he does! What for, pray? CONSTABLE. You killed Mrs. Punch. You knocked her head off her shoulders. PUNCH. What's that to you? If you stay here much longer, I'll serve you the same. CONSTABLE. Don't tell me. You have committed murder, and I've a warrant for you. PUNCH. And I've a warrant for you. (_PUNCH knocks him down, and dances and sings about the stage, to the tune of "_Green grow the Rushes O_."_) _Enter an OFFICER, in a cocked hat with a cockade, and a long pigtail._ 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._ PUNCH (_with some symptoms of alarm_). My dear sir, I beg you one thousand pardons: very sorry. J. KETCH. Aye, you'll be sorry enough before I've done with you. Don't you know me? PUNCH. Oh, sir, I know you very well, and I hope you very well, and Mrs. Ketch very well. J. KETCH. Mr. Punch, you're a very bad man. Why did you kill Mrs. Punch? PUNCH. In self-defence. J. KETCH. That won't do. PUNCH. She wanted to kill me. J. KETCH. How?