NARRATOR:
Dear audience, a moment if you please?
Before our tale brings all unto their knees,
A brief respite, though whether grand finale
Or penultimate act, I cannot rally
The wit to say! For truth be told, dear friends,
No script exists! We know not how this ends!
[Scene: Gentleman's Club Cyprus. PUNCH wielding his slapstick, MINSTREL bent over]
PUNCH:
That's roight! Take that, you nigger thing!
Each whack for black makes proper ring!
MINSTREL:
Oh yes! More please, good massa! Don't you stop!
This nigger ready for another pop!
[JUDY bursts in, face red with fury]
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