Punch and Judy.
Upon this, Jack Ketch shows him, and Punch pulls the rope tight and hangs the hangman.
Enter the Merry Clown, who says "You've hung some one."
Then they pack up Jack Ketch's body in a coffin, which Punch calls the coffce-box, only they can't get his head in because it is too large.
I reminded him that he had said nothin', about the dog, or the part of the performance in which he appeared.
We bring him in mostly at the end. He's a bit of a star, but don't draw as he used to. There's more than one Toby in some of shows, but that's a mistake, as it seems to me. Once it was only a stuffed dog used, but that wouldn't do now. He's clever, but don't take to the business with no sperit. I rather think he fancies Punch is alive; there's no love lost atween 'em. He knows the others is dolls; I've seen him sniff at 'em, and sneeze contemptuous like, and walk away; but Punch puzzles him. I've never let him come across Punch except when I've been working I think he
And this is all that my Punch showman had to tell me, and some of the information I received from him, I take it, must be only half relied upon.
A writer in the "Cornhill " in November says Punch is so called, because it is the play of five personages - Punch, Judy, his dog, and two others. Punjaub means the country of five waters, and Punch the drink, is composed of five ingredients. The word Paunch is Indostan for five, and in Fryers' Travels to the East Indies, 1672, there is mention made of Nerule near Goa, where is made the best arach, " With which the English on this coast make that enervating liquor called Paunch." But it would appear from the statement of a writer in "Notes and Queries," that Punch and Judy is a corruption both in word and deed of Pontius cum Judaeis, one of the old mysteries. the subject of which was Pontius Pilate with the Jews.
Other authorities tell us that Punch is of Italian origin. Porsini's first show, we are informed, was called Punchinello's, and afterwards Punch's opera. It was at first a more serious and sentimental performance than it is now, or rather it was intended to be so, for It seems rather difficult to attach sentiment to the antics of wooden dolls.
Steele and Addison celebrated the "skill in motions " of Powell, whose place of exhibition was under the Arcade in Covent Garden, where a pig danced a minuet with Punch. About that time, the tragedy of Jane Shore was advertised for representation at Punch's Theatre, in Hickford's Room, James Street, Haymarket. The Strand Theatre too; a few years ago, was called Punch's playhouse.
The Punch show I have seen in the Champs Elysees was very unlike our street exhibition, and the figures were worked in a different way to the English puppets, with sticks instead of with the fingers. I once went to a show called Punchinello, at a fair in a French country, where they played a four act piece, The Temptations of Saint Anthony. It was meant to be serious, and two boys' schools attended the performance at which I was present, but it was one of the funniest and most absurd things I ever saw in my life.
And now I think I have told you all I know about Punch and Judy, and perhaps have tried your patience not a little as it is. This is now the time for me to send round my hat. What, all going, eh? You there, sir, who have been listening so attentively. And you! and you! Come, come, this is too bad. You are treating me like the folks do the poor Punchman. I don't mind it, but they do. Mr. Routledge will take care of my hat, but the showman has to look to his own, and there's no supper to-night.