_Conrad._ How now? Some work for me it seems; I like a row. [_Draws sword._ Villains! _Pasha._ Holloa! _Medora._ Sir, save me if you can-- _Conrad._ Yes, I’ll _see fair_; I’m a _sea-faring_ man; And on the stage no sailor can do less, Than rescue lovely women in distress: And so here goes. [_Throws SYNG SMAUL across to R._--_Tableau._ _Pasha._ Guards, hew him limb from limb! _Medora._ No, mercy! take my life, but pardon him. _Conrad._ Pooh! pooh! fair maid, let them come on--they dare not; Come--the whole lot of you at once--I care not. _Song._--CONRAD.--_Air, “La tremenda ultrice Spada.”_ Ten to one, now come on to the attack, sirs, Were it ten times ten I’d not yield, sirs, What’s the odds, I myself still back, sirs, Ten to one on the favorite ’gainst the field. Ten to one--who says done?--still no takers, Ten to one--you, my friends, are quakers, Ten to one--you’ll say done in a crack, sirs. When my name and my address I have revealed. _Yussuf._ [R.] Go at him--all at once. [_GUARDS rush forward._ _Conrad._ Stay! by-the-bye, You’d like to know, p’rhaps, who I am? _Pasha._ Not I! _Conrad._ Well, mind you, I can fight--I give you warning. _Medora._ Who can it be, these fearful odds thus scorning? _Pasha._ My guards are ready. _Medora._ Stay--your name avow! _Conrad._ Conrad the Corsair! [_GUARDS shrink away._ Are they ready now? _Yussuf._ Jerusalem! [_Exit, R., followed by the GIRLS._ _Pasha._ The Corsair! murder! fire! [_Runs out, followed by GUARDS, L._ _Conrad._ [L.] Fair maid, you’re safe--permit me to retire. _Medora._ [R.] Nay, fly not yet, or else let me fly too, I’m not safe here--they’ll soon return. _Conrad._ That’s true, And doubtless, though the case I’ve yet to learn, You’ll get small profit by their quick return; But still to come with me---- _Medora._ Oh, take me hence! I will not put you to the least expense; I’ll work my passage out--wash, cook, bake, brew for you. Will be your slave, and regularly do for you. _Conrad._ [_Aside._] I fear you would, if long at you I looked, And my own goose be the first thing you cooked. [_Aloud._] But think upon the dangers of the sea. _Medora._ Those dangers have no terrors, sir, for me.