[Laughing again.
Enter Handy, jun. in a smock frock, cocked hat, and a piece of a plough in his hand.
Handy, jun. Dare to laugh again, and I'll knock you down with this!—Ugh! how infernally hot!
[Walks about.
Sir Abel. Why, Bob, where have you been?
Handy, jun. I don't know where I've been.
Sir Abel. And what have you got in your hand?
Handy, jun. What! All I could keep of your nonsensical ricketty plough.
[Walks about, Sir Abel following.
Sir Abel. Come, none of that, sir.—Don't abuse my plough, to cover your ignorance, sir? where is it, sir? and where are my famous Leicestershire horses, sir?