The Farrier (1771) - Page 7

M A R C E L.

Quiet there, by God, quiet there.

E N S E M B L E.

CLAUDINE. No, I will not yield on this.
JEANNETTE. I will not give in to you.
MARCEL. What an uproar! What a racket!
Silence, by God, silence; those women there are
stubborn as millers' mules. Is it for Lovers, then,
that all this noise is made?

C L A U D I N E.

Air: Cabin, caba.

Yes, your daughter,

Against my judgment,

And without your approval,

Has managed to find a Lover:

Her heart flickers with fire

For him the most ardent;

It is Colin:

A neighboring Farmer

Is, they say, his father.

That is the mystery:

This concerns you,

Be very careful about it.

The rascal is clever; think on it well,

For I answer for nothing.

M A R C E L.

What devil is this Colin? I hear him talked
about always, and I have never seen him.

J E A N N E T T E.

Ah! father, he is altogether lovable.

C L A U D I N E.

Good God! You suffer that a brat at
eighteen years old already has lovers?

M A R C E L.

You have them yourself, you who are a widow, and who
are almost my age. (to Jeannette.) You would then be
happy to be married, Jeannette?