[Exeunt into the house.
SCENE II.
Outside and gate of the Castle—Servants cross the stage, laden with different packages.
Enter Ashfield.
Ash. Drabbit it, the wold castle 'ul be hardly big enow to hold all thic lumber.
Sir Abel Handy. [Without.] Gently there! mind how you go, Robin.
[A crash.
Ash. Who do come here? A do zeem a comical zoart ov a man—Oh, Abel Handy, I suppoze.
Enter Sir Abel Handy.—Servant following.
Sir Abel. Zounds and fury! you have killed the whole county, you dog! for you have broke the patent medicine chest, that was to keep them all alive!—Richard, gently!—take care of the grand Archimedian corkscrews!—Bless my soul! so much to think of! Such wonderful inventions in conception, in concoction, and in completion!