PUNCH. Put him in his coffin. JOEY. Good, Mr. Punch. But why, massa, they have not made the coffin long enough! PUNCH. Double him up. JOEY. Ah! that is so. We will double him up. But, Massa Punch, he'll not go in the coffin now. PUNCH. Well, ram him down. (_PUNCH fetches his club, and tucks him down and in._) JOEY. And, massa, what will you do with him now? PUNCH. Take him below. Lift. JOEY. Oh, yes, massa; take him below--I lift (_PUNCH lifts his end of the coffin several inches above the stage; but JOEY is dancing at the other end._) PUNCH. Why don't you lift? JOEY. Oh, yes, massa; me lift my end up. (_but he still fools at lifting as before, whilst PUNCH raises his end high up._) PUNCH. I say--are you going to lift? JOEY. Oh, yes, massa; we'll both lift. PUNCH. Lift, will you? (_PUNCH fetches his club, and gives JOEY three cracks on the head; repeats_) Lift, will you? JOEY. Oh, yes, yes, Massa Punch! me will lift now--right away now. (_they raise the coffin, and carry it twice from end to end of the stage, singing_) Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust! [_Exeunt, with coffin._ _Re-enter PUNCH, who sings_: They're out, they're out! I've done the trick! Jack Ketch is dead--I'm free; I do not care, now, if Old Nick Himself should come for me. (_Goes off, and returns with a stick. He dances about beating time on the front of the stage, and singing to the tune of "_Green grow the rushes O_"_) Right foll de riddle loll, I'm the boy to do 'em all. Here's a stick To thump Old Nick, If he, by chance, upon me call. _Enter the DEMON. He just peeps in at the corner of the stage, and exit._ PUNCH (_much frightened, and retreating as far as he can_). Oh, dear! Oh, Lord! Talk of the demon, and he pops up his horns. There the old gentleman is, sure enough. (_a pause, and dead silence, whilst PUNCH continues to gaze at the spot where the DEMON appeared. The DEMON comes forward_) Good, kind Mr. Demon, I never did you any harm, but all the good in my power. There--don't come any nearer. How you do, sir? (_collecting courage_) I hope you and all your respectable family well? Much obliged for this visit. Good-morning! Should be sorry to keep you, for I know you have a great deal of business when you come to this city. (_the DEMON advances_) Oh, dear! What will become of me! (_The DEMON darts at PUNCH, who escapes, and aims a blow at his enemy; the DEMON eludes it, as well as many others, laying his head on the platform, and slipping it rapidly backwards and forwards, so that PUNCH, instead of striking him, only repeatedly hits the boards._) [_Exit DEMON._ PUNCH. He, he, he! (_laughing_) He's off! He knew which side his bread buttered on. He one deep, cunning devil.