_Ash._ Faith and troth! there be some tightish hands in theas parts, I
promize ye.
_Sir Abel._ And, Farmer, it shall precede the hymeneal festivities--
_Ash._ Nan!
_Sir Abel._ Blockhead! The ploughing match shall take place as soon as
Sir Philip Blandford and his daughter arrive.
_Ash._ Oh, likely, likely.
_Enter_ SERVANT.
_Serv._ Sir Abel, I beg to say, my master will be here immediately.
_Sir Abel._ And, sir, I beg to ask who possesses the happiness of being
your master?
_Serv._ Your son, sir, Mr. Robert Handy.
_Sir Abel._ Indeed! and where is Bob?
_Serv._ I left him, sir, in the belfrey of the church.
_Sir Abel._ Where?
_Serv._ In the belfrey of the church.
_Sir Abel._ In the belfrey of the church! What was he doing there?
_Serv._ Why, Sir, the _natives_ were ringing a peal in honour of our
arrival--when my master finding they knew nothing of the matter, went up
to the steeple to instruct them, and ordered me to proceed to the
Castle--Give me leave, Sir Abel, to take this out of your way. [_Takes
the camp chair._] Sir, I have the honour-- [_Bows and Exit.
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