Farm-hands (philosophically).
He ain't the sort o' Bull to make a blunder.
[They look on.
Lydia (panting).
Such violent exercise will soon exhaust me!
[The Bull comes behind her.
Oh, Bull, it is unkind of you ... you've tossed me!
[Falls on ground, while the Bull stands over her, in readiness to give the coup de grace;
Lydia calls for help.
A Farm-hand (encouragingly).