_Conrad._ Ne’er doubt it. [_Throws money amongst them._ Go drink my health, and say no more about it. _All._ Long live great Conrad. Hip! hip! hip! hurrah! [_Exeunt CORSAIRS, L._ _Birb._ [_Aside._] Defeated, foiled--no matter--hah! hah! hah! [_Exit BIRBANTO, L._ _Serena._ [_Advances R._] Bravely done, Conrad, this great generosity. _Conrad._ Beg pardon! you’ll excuse my curiosity-- But whom have I the honor to address? _Serena._ [R.] I am a fairy. _Conrad._ You then saved me? _Serena._ [C.] Yes. _Conrad._ Speak! where’s my love--my Venus--my Medora? _Serena._ Your Venus! nay, prepare to meet a _floorer_! She’s gone! _Conrad._ Gone? _Serena._ Nay, don’t start; yet p’raps you’d better, And start at once, if back you hope to get her. _Conrad._ Tell me, where shall I seek my priceless treasure? _Serena._ Promise me one thing first. _Conrad._ I do with pleasure. What is it? _Serena._ That when you’ve regained this maid, You will retire from the Corsair trade; Marry, and live respectably. _Conrad._ Agreed! I’ve long been weary of the life I lead-- So I’ll reform. _Serena._ This is indeed felicity! _Conrad._ Turn steady, and go in for domesticity: Stand for churchwarden, and the vestry sit on; Aye, and pay rates and taxes like a Briton. _Duet._--_Air, “Home, sweet Home.”_ _Serena._ All pleasures are fallacies for those who roam; Howe’er folks may grumble, there’s no place like home. _Conrad._ Tho’ duns may come daily--tho’ poor’s rates may call-- Give me them and the butcher’s bill dearer than all. _Serena._ Home, home, sweet home, } There’s no place like home; } Whoever deny it, there’s no place } like home. } } [_Together._] _Conrad._ Home, home, sweet home, } A slow place is home; } However, I’ll try it, and go in } for home. } _Both._ Farewell! Farewell! [_SERENA sinks, R. C._ _Song._--CONRAD.--_Air, “My Mary Ann.”_ Fare you well, my own Mary Ann, Or whatever your name may be; These fairies seldom give their names, And so I christen she, “Mary Ann.”