The farmer's wife: a comic opera, in three acts / Written by C. Dibdin, Jun. and performed, for the first time, at the Theatre Royal, Covent Garden, on Tuesday, February 1, 1814.
- Charles Isaac Mungo Dibdin
- Date:
- 1814
Licence: Public Domain Mark
Credit: The farmer's wife: a comic opera, in three acts / Written by C. Dibdin, Jun. and performed, for the first time, at the Theatre Royal, Covent Garden, on Tuesday, February 1, 1814. Source: Wellcome Collection.
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![Peter. Because your explanation is more unin¬ telligible than your speech. \_Exit. Pother. A pert fellow ! I know a monstrous good story of that kind ; but there’s nobody here to tell it to.—I declare, here comes Robin, Farmer Barnard’s man—I’ll tell it to him. Enter Robin. Robin, *I was just thinking of a most excellent story—Yon fellow woudn’t stay to hear it, and so I’ll tell it to you.—You must know, Mrs. Mudge longed for a lobster— Robin. Now, none of your long stories, doctor; they be like your rescript ions, nobody do un¬ derstand ’em—and they be good for nothing, after all. Pother. This to my face! worse than the other'' —I wonder at your impertinence. Robin. Do you? Now I wonder that any body should wonder at that, it’s so natural to me.— Why, bless you, don’t I know you, man ? I can tell you a story about the blacksmith’s wife, that you sent a horse-medicine to, and nearly threw her into a galloping consumption. Pother. [Aside.] He! he! he! I remember, my boy took tartar emetic for cream of tartar; and if the blacksmith’s wife hadn’t been as tough as the forge bellows, a hobnail to a horse-shoe but she’d have gone off the-anvil: a monstrous good story—• he! he ! he ! [Exit. Robin. That be a funny man, sure enough.— Whew! yonder goes my Susan-7-but Shoo be a queer grain’d toad; and though I‘ be a likely lad, and ha’ gotten t’ brass i’ my sarvice, Shoo girns at me like an’ I were no’ but a moudiwarp.—](https://iiif.wellcomecollection.org/image/b30374790_0031.jp2/full/800%2C/0/default.jpg)
