The magistrate, who comes after the death of the constable, has no better fate. At length the hangman, in proper person, lies in wait for Punch, who in his joyous recklessness runs upon him without seeing him. For the first time he seems somewhat embarrassed by this rencontre, is very slightly cast down, and does his best to flatter Mr. Ketch; calls him his old friend, and inquires very particularly after the health of Mistress Ketch. The hangman, however, soon makes him understand that all friendship must now have an end; and sets before him what a bad man he is to have killed so many men, and his wife and child. "As to them," says he, "they were my own property, and 'tis hard if a man may not do what he likes with his own." "And why did you kill the poor doctor, who came to help you?" "Only in self-defence, good Mr. Ketch; he wanted me to take his medicine." But all excuses and evasions are useless. Three or four men spring forward and bind Punch, whom Ketch leads to prison. In the next scene we behold him at the back of the stage, trying to look out from behind an iron grating, and rubbing his long nose against the bars. He is very wroth and miserable, yet, according to his use and wont, sings a song to drive away time. Mr. Ketch enters, and with the assistance of his helpers erects a gallows before the prison-door. Punch becomes sorrowful, but, instead of feeling repentance, has only a fit of greater fondness and longing for his Polly. He however mans himself again, and makes various 'bon mots' on the handsome gallows, which he compares to a tree planted, as it seems, for the adornment of his prospect. "How beautiful it will be when it bears fruit!" cries he. Some men now bring the coffin, and place it at the foot of the gallows. "What have you there?" says Punch. "Ah ha! that is no doubt the basket to put the fruit in." Meanwhile Ketch returns, and greeting Punch, and opening the door politely, tells him that all is ready,--he may come when he likes. You may think that Punch is not very eager to accept the invitation. After a good deal of discussion Ketch calls out, "It's of no use, Master Punch, you must come out and be hanged." "You won't be so cruel." "Why were you so cruel as to kill your wife and child?" "Is that any reason for your being cruel too?"--(argument against capital punishment.) Ketch appeals to no better principle than that of the strongest, and drags out Punch by his hair, begging for mercy and promising amendment. "Now, my good Punch," says Ketch, coolly, "do but have the goodness to put your head into this noose, and all will soon be over." Punch affects awkwardness, and can't get his head right into the noose.