PUNCH. With a stick. J. KETCH. That's all gammon. You must come to prison; my name's Ketch. 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. PUNCH. Thank you, Mr. Ketch, I don't take ice now; it is too cold. J. KETCH. Then come and have a good supper. PUNCH. I never eat suppers; they are not wholesome. J. KETCH. Then step this way and be hanged. PUNCH. I'll be hanged if I will. J. KETCH. Come directly. PUNCH. I can't; I've got one bone in my leg. [Illustration] J. KETCH. And you've got one bone in your neck which must soon be broken; but no more delay, Mr. Punch; put your head through this loop. PUNCH. Through there? What for? J. KETCH. Aye, through there. (_he holds the loop open._) PUNCH. What for? I don't know how. J. KETCH. It is very easy: only put your head through here. PUNCH. What, so? (_poking his head on one side of the noose._) J. KETCH. No, no, here! PUNCH. So, then? (_poking his head on the other side._) J. KETCH. Not so, you fool. PUNCH. Mind who you call fool: try if you can do it yourself. Only show me how, and I do it directly. J. KETCH. Very well; I will. There, you stand just there and mind don't you move. (_he places PUNCH against the side-post of the stage_) Remember that you are not to move. PUNCH. Oh, no; I'll never move. J. KETCH (_about to put his head through the loop, noticing a little movement in PUNCH, says_) Ah, you moved. PUNCH. Oh, no; I never moved. J. KETCH. Now, Mr. Punch, you see my head, and you see this loop. Put it in so. (_putting his head through the noose._) PUNCH. And pull it tight--so! (_he pulls the rope forcibly down, and hangs JACK KETCH_) Huzza! Huzza! J. KETCH (_wriggling his arms and body vigorously about_). Golly, golly, Mr. Punch, what are you doing? Leave go the end of that rope. PUNCH. Not if I knows it. I say, old boy, how do you feel? (_KETCH ceases his struggling, and dies. PUNCH leaves his body hanging and calls_) Joey! Joey! _Enter JOEY._ JOEY. Why, Massa Punch, ye have been and hung the sheriff. PUNCH. I know it. He wanted to hang me, and so I hung him. JOEY. Was that so? Well, what are we to do with him now? PUNCH. Take him down. JOEY. That is so, Massa Punch. We will take his dead body down. (_they take him down, and remove the gallows._)