_ Sir?
_Sir Abel._ Did not you see a remarkable clever plough, and a young
man----
_Henry._ At the beginning of the contest I observed a gentleman; his
horses, I believe, were unruly; but my attention was too much occupied
to allow me to notice more. [_Laughing without._
_Handy, jun._ [_Without._] How dare you laugh?
_Sir Abel._ That's Bob's voice! [_Laughing again._
_Enter_ HANDY, jun. _in a smock frock, cocked hat, and a piece of a
plough in his hand._
_Handy, jun._ Dare to laugh again, and I'll knock you down with
this!--Ugh! how infernally hot! [_Walks about._
_Sir Abel._ Why, Bob, where have you been?
_Handy, jun._ I don't know where I've been.
_Sir Abel._ And what have you got in your hand?
_Handy, jun._ What! All I could keep of your nonsensical ricketty
plough. [_Walks about_, SIR ABEL _following._
_Sir Abel._ Come, none of that, sir.--Don't abuse my plough, to cover
your ignorance, sir? where is it, sir? and where are my famous
Leicestershire horses, sir?
_Handy, jun.
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