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Page 32 - Observe the audience is in pain, While Punch is hid behind the scene : But, when they hear his rusty voice, With what impatience they rejoice! And then they value not two straws, How Solomon decides the cause, Which the true mother, which pretender; Nor listen to the witch of Endor.
Page 76 - SALLY IN OUR ALLEY OF all the girls that are so smart There's none like pretty Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. There is no lady in the land Is half so sweet as Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Page 66 - Mr Punch is one jolly good fellow, His dress is all scarlet and yellow, And if now and then he gets mellow, It's only among his good friends. His money most freely he spends ; To laugh and grow fat he intends ; With the girls he's a rogue and a rover ; He lives, while he can, upon clover When he dies — it's only all over ; And there Punch's comedy ends.
Page 16 - Author that rises uppermost, and all answers from his companion are looked upon as impertinencies or interruptions. Harlequin's part is made up of blunders and absurdities ; he is to mistake one name for another, to forget his errands, to stumble over Queens, and to run his head against every post that stands in his way. This is all attended with something so comical in the voice and gestures, that a man, who is sensible of the folly of the part, can hardly forbear being pleased with it.
Page 22 - Ben Jonson, and the older dramatists. The earliest exhibitions of this kind consisted of representations of stories taken from the Old and New Testament, or from the lives and legends of saints.
Page 69 - You play very well, Mr. Punch. Now let me try. I will give you a lesson how to play the fiddle. (Takes the stick and dances to the same tune, hitting Punch a hard blow on the back of his head.) There's sweet music for you. PUNCH: I NO like you playing so well as my own. Let me again. (Takes the stick, and dances as before; in the course of his dance he gets behind Scaramouch and with a violent blow knocks his head clean off his shoulders.) How you like that tune, my good friend?
Page 74 - No, no, no more (lifting up her head). Punch (knocking down her head): I thought I should soon make you quiet. Judy (again raising her head) : No. Punch (again knocking it down, and following up his blows until she is lifeless) : Now if you're satisfied, I am. (Perceiving that she does not move : ) There, get up, Judy my dear ; I won't hit you any more. None of your sham-Abram. This is only your fun. You got the head-ache ? Why, you only asleep. Get up, I say ! Well then, get down. (Tosses the body...
Page 86 - 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 Constable. Constable: Leave off your singing, Mr Punch, for I'm come to make you sing on the wrong side of your mouth. Punch : Why, who the dickens are you ? Constable : Don't you know me ? Punch : No, and don't want to know you.
Page 33 - was some time fiddler to a puppet-show ; in which capacity he held many a dialogue with Punch, in much the same strain as he did afterwards with the mountebank doctor, his master upon the stage. This zany, being regularly educated, had confessedly the advantage of his brethren.
Page 49 - sees through the thin pretence,' and dismisses the doctor with a few derogatory kicks. Death at length visits the fugitive ; but P. lays about his skeleton carcass so lustily, and makes the bones of his antagonist rattle so musically with a bastinado, that ' Death his death's blow then received.