Drake. And the way he comes prancing along on his dapple-grey pony, as if no one could ride a spirited animal but himself!
Gander. Look, here he comes!
[The Bailiff rides in on hobby horse and curvets and prances round on stage, and rides into middle where Gander and Drake are standing.
Bailiff. Now then, you birds! Get out of the way, can't you?
[He hits at them with his stick. The Gander and Drake flap their wings, hiss and quack, and scurry out of the way. Bailiff hitches his horse to the gate by the bridle and walks into the middle of the road, bends down, and looks at where the hole had been.
Gander [to Drake]. There now, you see. I told you he did it.
[Farmer Giles comes slowly out and leans over gate at back C.
Bailiff [still in road]. Morning, Farmer Giles.
Farmer Giles [pipe in mouth, nods sideways]. Morning.
Bailiff. I came to have a look at the road. I'm glad to see that the hole's quite gone.