For if the bull gets out—why, then you'll catch it!
Jack.
A fractured skull? Yah, don't believe a word of it!
[Raises latchet; chord; Bull comes slowly out, and crouches ominously; Jack retreats, and takes refuge on top of pump; the Bull, after scratching his back with his off foreleg, makes a sudden rush at Lydia.
Lydia (as she evades it)
,
Here, help!—it's chasing.
Me!—it's too absurd of it!
Go away, Bull—with me you have no quarrel!
[The Bull intimates that he is acting from a deep sense of duty.