The corsair; or, the little fairy at the bottom of the sea : $b A new Christmas burlesque and pantomime, founded upon the ballet of "Le corsair"Brough, William
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The corsair; or, the little fairy at the bottom of the sea : $b A new Christmas burlesque and pantomime, founded upon the ballet of "Le corsair"
Brough, William
Burlesques; English drama -- 19th century; Pantomime (Christmas entertainment)
_Syng._ So caught at last.
Yield, all of you.
_Birb._ Come, my lads, ho! strike for freedom!
You won’t?
_Conrad._ [_Laughing._] Not they, they’ve not got me to lead ’em.
_1st Cors._ Resume your post, and save us, we implore.
_2d Cors._ Do, sir; we’ll never disobey you more.
_Birb._ Cowards!
_Conrad._ Resume my post--’tis a temptation.
_Medora._ Oh, no! think of your vows of reformation,
For my sake!
_SERENA appears, watching him with anxiety._
_Conrad._ True! I’ll keep them, love, with pleasure,
Sirs, my reform must be a final measure.
_Serena._ He’s saved!
_Syng._ No more discussion. March--yet stay--
What’s that? Another prisoner comes this way
_Enter YUSSUF chained_--_two GUARDS following, L._
_Yussuf._ [_Sings._]
Why did Medora sell me?
Through her these woes befel me.
Why did Medora sell me,
And bolt on her wedding day?
_Medora._ My uncle, and in chains!
_Yussuf._ False critter, see
These fixins. You ’twas forged these bonds for me.
_Medora._ I am no forger, sir.
_Conrad._ Cease this debate--
We’ve heard too much of _forging bonds_ of late.
_Syng._ Now, guards, conduct your prisoners to their gaol.
_Serena._ [_Advances._] Hold! for this couple, sir, I put in bail.
_Conrad._ Halloa! my friend, the fairy.
_Serena._ Yes, the friend
Of all who, like you, strive their ways to mend.
You’ve kept your word--with freedom I requite you.
And to the Peri’s home to sup, invite you.
_Medora._ Oh, joy. [_CONRAD and MEDORA embrace._
_Serena._ The rest must undergo their sentence.
_Birb._ Hold on! I see there’s nothing like repentance--
So I’ll turn steady, too.
_Serena._ You settle down?
_Birb._ I’ll start a public company in town;
Turn a strict man of business--try stock-jobbery
On the Exchange! My cry--exchange no robbery.
_Song and Chorus._--_AIR, “One Bumper at Parting._”
_Birb._ A company starting, though many
Have tried it and found it no go;
I’ll endeavor at turning a penny,
We won’t say if honest, or no.
_Yussuf._ Guess I’m mortal sick of slave driving,
Respectable dodges pay best;
So if this here company’s thriving.
I’m there like a shot, with the rest.
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