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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