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Rh. My master he no lika de music, Mr. Punch, so he'll have no more noise near his house.

. He don't, don't he? Very well. runs about the stage ringing his bell as loudly as he can)

. Get away, I say wid dat nasty bell.

. What bell?

. That bell, (striking it with his hand)

. That's a good one. Do you call this a bell? (patting it) It is an organ.

. I say it is a bell, a nasty bell.

. I say it is an organ, (striking him with it) What you say it is now?

. An organ, Mr. Punch.

. An organ? I say it is a fiddle. Can't you see? (offers to strike him again)

. It is a fiddle.

. I say it is a drum.

. It is a drum, Mr. Punch.

. I say it is a trumpet.

. Well, so it is a trumpet. But bell, organ, fiddle, drum, or trumpet, my master, he say he no lika de music.

. Then bell, organ, fiddle, drum, or trumpet, Mr. Punch he say your master is a fool.

. And he say too, he will not have it near his house.

. He's a fool, I say, not to like my sweet music. Tell him so: be off. (hits him with the bell) Get along. (driving the round the stage, backwards, and