Ben monologue (Act 3) — Beyond the Horizon

They wouldn’t dare to. Timms is the best farm hereabouts. They was laughin’ at me for workin’ for _you_, that’s what! “How’re things up to the Mayo place?” they hollers every mornin’. “What’s Robert doin’ now--pasturin’ the cattle in the cornlot? Is he seasonin’ his hay with rain this year, same as last?” they shouts. “Or is he inventin’ some ’lectrical milkin’ engine to fool them dry cows o’ his into givin’ hard cider?” (_Very much ruffled_) That’s like they talks; and I ain’t goin’ to put up with it no longer. Everyone’s always knowed me as a first-class hand hereabouts, and I ain’t wantin’ ’em to get no different notion. So I’m quittin’ you. And I wants what’s comin’ to me.