[_Exeunt._
SCENE IV.
_An extensive view of a cultivated country--A ploughed field in the
centre, in which are seen six different ploughs and horses--At one side
a handsome tent--A number of country people assembled._
_Enter_ ASHFIELD _and_ DAME.
_Ash._ Make way, make way for the gentry! and, do ye hear, behave pratty
as I do--Dang thee, stond back, or I'll knack thee down, I wool.
_Enter_ SIR ABEL, _and_ MISS BLANDFORD, _with Servants._
_Sir Abel._ It is very kind of you to honour our rustic festivities with
your presence.
_Miss B._ Pray, Sir Abel, where is your son?
_Sir Abel._ What! Bob? Oh, you'll see him presently--[_Nodding
significantly._]--Here are the prize medals; and if you will condescend
to present them, I'm sure they'll be worn with additional pleasure.--I
say, you'll see Bob presently.--Well, Farmer, is it all over?
_Ash._ Ees, zur; the acres be plough'd and the ground judg'd; and the
young lads be coming down to receive their reward--Heartily welcome,
miss, to your native land; hope you be as pleased to zee we as we be to
zee you, and the like o'that.
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