Let me once more see my own turtle-dove, I’ll keep my word with you; Excuse me if I’ve named you wrong, And still assist me, do, Mary Ann. Fare you well, my own Mary Ann, &c. [_Exit, R._ SCENE V.--_The Harem, with the Gardens of the Pasha’s Palace._ _ODALISQUES dancing. Enter GULNARE, L., and ZULIEMA, R.; the ODALISQUES dance round GULNARE._ _Zuli._ How’s this? Am I no longer mistress here? _Gul._ Well, don’t be angry with them, there’s a dear; You can’t put old heads on young shoulders. _Zuli._ No. But you can take the young heads off them, though. They’d best not slight me! _Gul._ Madam, pray control Your passion; do now, there’s a good old soul. _Zuli._ Old soul! No matter--we shall see. _Gul._ No doubt With spectacles you might--you won’t without! _Zuli._ Proud beauty; though your eye now brightly twinkles---- _Gul._ There--there; don’t frown, it only shows the wrinkles. _Zuli._ Dare you thus openly, then, to deride One whom the Pasha’s chosen for his bride? _Gul._ Nay, I’ve no wish a quarrel to be picking; But you must own, my friend, you’re not a chicken. _Zuli._ I blush for you. _Gul._ You can’t--your paint beneath---- _Zuli._ ’Tis false! _Gul._ Just so. _Zuli._ You say this to my teeth? _Gul._ To teeth--to hair--to all the charge extending; That wig--the head and _front_ of your offending. _Zuli._ I’ll have you bow-stringed! _Gul._ Yes, a likely thing. First catch your _beau_ before you talk of string. D’ye think the Pasha cares for you? Not he. _Zuli._ Indeed! But here he comes--now we shall see. _Enter PASHA, L. U. E._--_ZULIEMA runs to him and seizes him by the arm._ _Trio._--_Irish Air._ _Zuli._ Mighty Pasha, grant your slave Vengeance on this beauty bold. _Gul._ Mighty Pasha, I would crave Safety from this vixen old. _Pasha._ Will you hold this dreadful row, now? _Zuli._ Will you put this upstart down, now? _Gul._ Her conceit has grown so big, sir-- _Zuli._ She declares I wear a wig, sir-- _Pasha._ How, now, now--will you hold your row? I’m by no means in good humor--not just now. _Pasha._ Leave me. _Zuli._ Alas! your love for me, then, cools. [_Embracing him._