Miss B. I am shock'd at my imprudence—[To Henry.] Pray pardon me; I would not insult an enemy, much less one I am inclined to admire—[Giving her hand, then withdraws it.]—to esteem—you shall go to the Castle—my father shall protect you.
Henry. Generous creature! to merit his esteem is the fondest wish of my heart—to be your slave, the proudest aim of my ambition.
Miss B. Receive your merited reward. [He kneels—she places the medal round his neck—the same to the others.]
Sir Abel. [Advances.] I can't see Bob: pray, sir, do you happen to know what is become of my Bob?
Henry. 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!