W. J. Judd, The tragical acts, or comical tragedies of Punch and Judy
“ Punch. Pray, sir, bestow your charity upon a poor blind man, with a bad cough. (coughs.) Punch. Get along, get along; don’t trouble me: nothing for you.Blind Man. Only a half-penny! Oh, dear! my cough is so bad! (coughs and spits in Punch’s face.) Punch. Hollo! Was my face the dirtiest place you could find to spit in? Get away! you nasty old blackguard! Get away! (seizes the Blind Man’s staff, and knocks him off the stage. Punch 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) ”
