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Rh. He wanted to kill me.

. How?

. With his dd physic.

. That's all gammon. You must come to prison: my name's Ketch.

. Ketch that then. ( knocks down, and continues to dance and sing )

. Oh dear! Oh dear! what will become of poor pill-garlick now. My pretty Poll, when shall I see you again? (sings to the air of "Water parted from the Sea")

Punch, when parted from his dear,

Still must sing in doleful tune.

I wish I had those rascals here,

I'd settle all their hashes soon!