(Enter Policeman, accompanied by black Joe, the Doctor's servant.)

Joe.—Yes sah, I know him—he can't fool dis child: (looking about him he espies Punch) dah he—dah he is! Dat him—dat's ole Punch.

Punch.—Here's a pretty brace of ducks. (The Policeman at the sight of Punch's stick, sneaks off unseen by the negro, leaving poor Joe all alone with Punch.)

Joe.—I ain't no duck.

Punch.—I am going to eat a live nigger raw.

Joe.—Moses in de mountain—you don't catch dis child. (Exit Joe. Punch lies down on the stage and while watching for the darkie falls asleep. Joe slily crawls up to him and plants a fearful blow on the right side of Punch's head; and suddenly dodges out of sight. Punch, springs up but too late to get a sight of his enemy, he conceals himself behind the scenes and remains on watch. Joe slily crawls up to his side of the stage and conceals himself behind the curtains. But Punch sees him and crawling over unseen, on his hands and knees, to Joe's corner, returns for his club—as before—returns and hits the negro an awful blow and flies to his own corner.)

Joe.—You nasty ole turkey nose—I'll catch you yet—I'll put hot lead in your ear. (Joe hides behind the curtain.)

(Punch crawls over to Joe's side again and deals him two blows in rapid succession. Joe falls down and Punch, supposing the fellow to be dead, throws him over the stage; and then sings,

Oh, lay me in my little bed. (Exit Punch.)

(Enter Blind Man: at the same time an Irishman from the opposite side of the stage.)

Irishman.—Is your name Punch?

Blind Man.—No, I am blind.

Irish.—Sure, and how should I know that? troth I would rather see than be blind—it is an unlucky counthry—this that makes a man go blind before he gets hungry—bad luck to the day I left Ireland. (Exit Irishman.)

(Enter Punch.) Punch.—Ah, is that you Blindy. Where are you from last?

Blind Man.—From beyond the sea.

Punch.—Old man, you used to be good at jumping once, how is it now?

B. M.—I was something of a jumper in my day.

Punch.—(Leading him to an old well.) Now, here is a level place, let me see how far you can jump—there's a half a dollar for you.

(B. M. gets ready, makes a jump and lands at the bottom of the well.)

B. M.—Help—help, help me out, I am blind!

Punch.—Stick to it old fellow—keep the thing going and I will go for assistance. (He starts off, singing.)

(Exit Punch. End of Act II.)