Wheel. Not so dead either; for there’s a great independent party, you know; and if you don’t help me, Bursal, to canvass them, I shall be no captain. It is you I depend upon after all. Will you come and canvass them with me? Dear Bursal, pray—all depends upon you.
(Pulls him by the arm—Bursal follows.)
Burs. Well, if all depends upon me, I’ll see what I can do for you. (Aside.) Then I am of some consequence! Money makes a man of some consequence, I see; at least with some folks.
SCENE II.
In the back scene a flock of sheep are seen penned. In front, a party of country lads and lasses, gaily dressed, as in sheep-shearing time, with ribands and garlands of flowers, etc., are dancing and singing.
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Enter Patty, dressed as the Queen of the Festival, with a lamb in her arms. The dancers break off when she comes in, and direct their attention towards her.
1st Peasant. Oh, here comes Patty! Here comes the Queen o’ the day. What has kept you from us so long, Patty?
2nd Peasant. “Please your Majesty,” you should say.
Patty. This poor little lamb of mine was what kept me so long. It strayed away from the rest; and I should have lost him, so I should, for ever, if it had not been for a good young gentleman. Yonder he is, talking to Farmer Hearty. That’s the young gentleman who pulled my lamb out of the ditch for me, into which he had fallen—pretty creature!