Coun. Gentlemen, the folks be all got together, and the ploughs be ready—and——
Sir Abel. We are coming.
[Exit Servant.
Handy, jun. Ploughs?
Sir Abel. Yes, Bob, we are going to have a grand agricultural meeting.
Handy, jun. Indeed!
Sir Abel. If I could but find a man able to manage my new-invented curricle plough, none of them would have a chance.
Handy, jun. My dear sir, if there be any thing on earth I can do, it is that.
Sir Abel. What!
Handy. I rather fancy I can plough better than any man in England.