_Medora._ [_Modestly._] Spare my blushes. _Pasha._ What, you consent? _Medora._ Oh, sir! _Pasha._ You do! you love me? _Medora._ Can I believe that one so high above me Can honor thus his slave? _Pasha._ Oh, joy! ’tis true! Shout dogs! _Syng._ Shout dogs! [_All shout._ _Pasha._ Peace, slave! who spoke to you? For my sake you give up the Corsair? _Medora._ Clearly. It can’t be helped--I’m sorry for him, really, His fate is harsh, but even were it harsher, Who would compare a pirate with a Pasha? I like a wealthy husband--he, poor chap, Comes with a ring, but comes without a rap. _Pasha._ Huzza! Shout, dogs! [_All shout._ _Enter GULNARE, ZULIEMA, and LADIES, R._ _Gul._ What means this dreadful clatter? _Pasha._ [_Aside._] Gulnare, the deuce! There’ll be a scene--no matter. [_Aloud._] Release the Corsair! _SYNG SMAUL opens door, R. 2 E.; CONRAD appears._ Quick--his chains unbind! Conrad, you’re free! _Conrad._ You’re really very kind. _Pasha._ There, there, be off--for thanks you needn’t tarry. _Conrad._ But that young person I’m about to marry-- She goes with me, of course! _Medora._ Nay, Conrad! _Conrad._ What? You, too, desert me! _Gul._ [_Aside to him._] Recollect my plot. _Medora._ Hear me! _Conrad._ Away! you’re false--you can’t deny it! _Medora._ [_Aside to him._] I’m but pretending. _Conrad._ [_Aside to her._] So am I--be quiet! Oh, misery! worse than prison, bonds and fetters! _Pasha._ Enough, young man--she is to wed your betters. Ladies, behold your future queen! _Zuli._ What, she? What’s to become of me? _Gul._ And me? _Conrad._ And me? _Pasha._ Can’t say, I’m sure. _Zuli._ This fills with grief my cup; Support me! Oh, woe--woe! [_Faints and is borne off, R._ _Conrad._ Gee wo--pull up! False maid! [_Aside to her._] All right. [_Aloud._] Can you desert me thus? _Pasha._ Of course the girl can’t marry both of us! _Medora._ And since my love cannot divided be, You, Conrad, must give up your _chere amie_ (share o’me.)