Sir Abel. Coming, my soul!
[Exit.
Sir Philip. So! you have well obeyed my orders in keeping this Henry from my presence.
Everg. I was not to blame, master.
Sir Philip. Has Farmer Ashfield left the Castle?
Everg. No, sir.
Sir Philip. Send him hither. [Exit Evergreen.] That boy must be driven far, far from my sight—but where?—no matter! the world is large enough.
Enter Ashfield.
—Come hither. I believe you hold a farm of mine.
Ash. Ees, zur, I do, at your zarvice.