Sir Abel. Stop—invented by that ingenious machinist, Handy, senior.
Handy, jun. Gained the prize against the first husbandmen in Hampshire—Let our Bond-street butterflies emulate the example of Handy, junior.—
Sir Abel. And let old city grubs cultivate the field of science, like Handy, senior—Ecod! I am so happy!
Lady H. [Without.] Sir Abel!
Sir Abel. Ah! there comes a damper.
Handy, jun. Courage! you have many resources of happiness.
Sir Abel. Have I? I should be very glad to know them.
Handy, jun. In the first place you possess an excellent temper.
Sir Abel. So much the worse; for if I had a bad one, I should be the better able to conquer hers.
Handy, jun. You enjoy good health—