Or timid horsemen scare;
If chance occurs, I stock with burrs
My little Sister's hair!
[The Bull shakes his head reprovingly.
Such tricks give me joy without any alloy,—but they do not denote an agreeable boy!
[As Jack Parkerconcludes, the Bull ducks cautiously below the half-door, while Lydia conceals herself behind the pump, L.C.
Jack (wandering about Stage, discontentedly).
I thought at least there'd be some beasts to badger here!
Call this a farm—there ain't a blooming spadger here!
[Approaches stall—Bull raises head suddenly.