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Rh. Hollo! Was my face the dirtiest place you could find to spit in? Get away! you nasty old blackgard! Get away! (seizes the staff, and knocks him off the stage.— hums a tune, and dances to it; and then begins to sing, in the mock Italian style, the following words, pretending to play the fiddle on his arm, with the stick)

When I think on you, my jewel,

Wonder not my heart is sad;

You're so fair, and yet so cruel,

You're enough to drive me mad.

On thy lover take some pity:

And relieve his bitter smart.

Think you Heaven has made you pretty,

But to break your lover's heart?

Enter a.

. Leave off your singing, Mr. Punch, for I'm come to make you sing on the wrong side of your mouth.

. Why, who the devil are you?

. Don't you know me?

. No, and don't want to know you.

. Oh, but you must: I am the constable.

. And who sent for you?

. I am sent for you.

. I don't want constable. I can settle my own business without constable, I thank you. I don't want constable.

. But the constable wants you.