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punch: Oh, the man who was to be hanged. Well, that's him there, obviously. (Points to body of hangman.) ghost: Oh, I beg your pardon. (Bends over hangman.) punch: (Raising his club.) Let me beg yours. (Kills ghost with one blow.) I can hardly believe it! Surely this must be a record bag! One, two, three, four, five, six; there they lie, the silly sticks! (He dances, sings.) Root-ity-toot-ity-toot! (Dancing back and forth across the stage, he returns from the wings a last time to discover The Devil dancing with him, matching him step for step.) punch: What's this? There seems to be one I've missed. |
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