Speed the Plough Part 10

_Henry._ At the beginning of the contest I observed a gentleman; his horses, I believe, were unruly; but my attention was too much occupied to allow me to notice more. [_Laughing without._

_Handy, jun._ [_Without._] How dare you laugh?

_Sir Abel._ That's Bob's voice! [_Laughing again._

_Enter_ HANDY, jun. _in a smock frock, c.o.c.ked hat, and a piece of a plough in his hand._

_Handy, jun._ Dare to laugh again, and I'll knock you down with this!--Ugh! how infernally hot! [_Walks about._

_Sir Abel._ Why, Bob, where have you been?

_Handy, jun._ I don't know where I've been.

_Sir Abel._ And what have you got in your hand?

_Handy, jun._ What! All I could keep of your nonsensical ricketty plough. [_Walks about_, SIR ABEL _following._

_Sir Abel._ Come, none of that, sir.--Don't abuse my plough, to cover your ignorance, sir? where is it, sir? and where are my famous Leicesters.h.i.+re horses, sir?

_Handy, jun._ Where? ha, ha, ha! I'll tell you as nearly as I can, ha, ha! What's the name of the next county?

_Ash._ It be called Wilts.h.i.+re, zur.

_Handy, jun._ Then, dad, upon the nicest calculation I am able to make, they are at this moment engaged in the very patriotic act of ploughing Salisbury plain, ha ha! I saw them fairly over that hill, full gallop, with the curricle plough at their heels.

_Ash._ Ha, ha! a good one, ha ha!

_Handy, jun._ But never mind, father, you must again set your invention to work, and I my toilet:--rather a deranged figure to appear before a lady in. [_Fiddles._] Hey day! What! are you going to dance?

_Ash._ Ees, zur; I suppose you can sheake a leg a bit?

_Handy, jun._ I fancy I can dance every possible step, from the _pas ruse_ to the war-dance of the Catawbaws.

_Ash._ Likely.--I do hope, miss, you'll join your honest neighbours; they'll be deadly hurt an' you won't gig it a bit wi' un.

_Miss B._ With all my heart.

_Sir Abel._ Bob's an excellent dancer.

_Miss B._ I dare say he is, sir? but on this occasion, I think I ought to dance with the young man, who gained the prize--I think it would be most pleasant--most proper, I mean; and I am glad you agree with me.--So, sir, if you'll accept my hand-- [HENRY _takes it._

_Sir Abel._ Very pleasantly settled, upon my soul!--Bob, won't you dance?

_Handy, jun._ I dance!--no, I'll look at them--I'll quietly look on.

_Sir Abel._ Egad now, as my wife's away, I'll try to find a pretty girl, and make one among them.

_Ash._ That's hearty!--Come, Dame, hang the rheumatics!--Now, lads and la.s.ses, behave pratty, and strike up. [_A dance._

[HANDY, jun. _looks on a little, and then begins to move his legs--then dashes into the midst of the dance, and endeavours to imitate every one opposite to him; then being exhausted, he leaves the dance, seizes the fiddle, and plays 'till the curtain drops._]

ACT THE THIRD.

SCENE I.

_An Apartment in the Castle._

SIR PHILIP BLANDFORD _discovered on a couch, reading_, SERVANTS _attending._

_Sir Philip._ Is not my daughter yet returned?

_Serv._ No, Sir Philip.

_Sir Philip._ Dispatch a servant to her. [_Exit_ SERVANT.

_Re-enter_ SERVANT.

_Serv._ Sir, the old gardener is below, and asks to see you.

_Sir Philip._ [_Rises and throws away the book._] Admit him instantly, and leave me.-- [_Exit_ SERVANT.

_Enter_ EVERGREEN, _who bows, then looking at_ SIR PHILIP, _clasps his hands together, and weeps._

Does this desolation affect the old man?--Come near me--Time has laid a lenient hand on thee.

_Everg._ Oh, my dear master! can twenty years have wrought the change I see?

_Sir Philip._ No; [_Striking his breast._] 'tis the canker here that hath withered up my trunk;--but are we secure from observation?

_Everg._ Yes.

_Sir Philip._ Then tell me, does the boy live?

_Everg._ He does, and is as fine a youth--

_Sir Philip._ No comments.

_Everg._ We named him--

_Sir Philip._ Be dumb! let me not hear his name. Has care been taken he may not blast me with his presence?

_Everg._ It has, and he cheerfully complied.

_Sir Philip._ Enough! never speak of him more. Have you removed every dreadful vestige from the fatal chamber? [EVERGREEN _hesitates._]--O speak!