In the second act we find Punch at a rendezvous with his mistress Polly, to whom he pays his court, not in the most refined manner, and assures her that she alone can drive away all his cares, and that if he had as many wives as Solomon, he could kill them all for her sake. A courtier and friend of Polly's then pays him a visit; this time he does not kill his man, but only thrashes him well: he is then 'ennuyé,' and declares that the weather being fine he will take a ride. A wild horse is brought, upon which he capers about for some time in a ludicrous fashion; but at last, from the dreadful plunging of the untameable animal, is thrown. He calls out for help, and happily his friend the doctor happens to be passing, and comes immediately. Punch lies like dead, and groans piteously. The doctor tries to tranquillize him, and feels his pulse: Punch, to be short, makes so uncivil a return for the doctor's attentions, that the latter exclaims, "Here, Master Punch, I bring you a wholesome medicine, the only one fit for you," and begins to thump him soundly with his gold-headed cane. "Oh dear!" cries Punch, "many thanks to you; I want none of your physic, it gives me the headache." "Ah, that's only because you have taken it in too small doses," says the doctor; "take a little more, and it will cure you." Punch at last feigns himself conquered, falls down exhausted, and begs for mercy; but when the credulous doctor bends down over him, Punch darts upon him like lightning, wrests the stick out of his hand and lays about him as usual. "Now," cries he, "you must take a little of your charming physic,--only a little, respected friend;--there--there!" "Oh Lord, you will kill me!" cries the doctor. "Not worth talking of--only what's usual--doctors always die when they take their own physic. Come, only one last pill:" and so saying, the ruthless Punch runs him through the body with the point of his stick. The doctor dies. Punch, laughing, exclaims, "Now, my good friend, cure yourself if you can." [_Exit, singing and dancing._ After other adventures, which have almost all the same tragical end, justice is at length awake, and the constable is sent to arrest Punch. He finds him, as usual, in the highest glee, and just busied, as he says, in making music with the help of a dustman's bell (a very 'naïf' confession of the musical capacity of the nation.) The dialogue is brief and important.[27] It ends with the constable showing Punch the warrant for his arrest: "And," says Punch, "I have a warrant for you, which I will soon execute." Hereupon he seizes the bell, which he has held concealed behind him, and gives the constable such a blow on the occiput, that, like his predecessors, he falls lifeless; whereupon Punch springs off with a 'capriole,' and is heard singing behind the scenes.