Enter Toby the dog.
punch: Ah, my dog, Toby, man's best friend! Dear Toby, nice Toby, good Toby. (Pats Toby, embraces him, becomes soppily sentimental, weeping to the dog.) Oh, Toby, if you only knew. I am surrounded by enemies. See them there, one, two, doodle-ee-doo. Nobody loves old Punch. Old Punch has nobody in the world, nobody but you, dear Toby. (Pauses, peers angrily at Toby.) Well, what have you got to say to that? (Toby seizes his nose in his teeth.) Help! Murder! Traitorized! (Toby hangs on; they lurch from one side of the stage to the other. Punch manages to get hold of his club, gives the dog a tremendous clout.
