_Conrad._ A common boast--the would-be yachting man, Who talked so bravely ere the trip began, I have seen rush, at the first lurch, to leeward, His boasting sunk in one faint cry of “steward.” _Medora._ Fear not my courage; take me with you, do. _Conrad._ I’ve half a mind. _Medora._ I should be safe with you; But if left here alone, then should I be _Alone_ without the least _security_. _Conrad._ Enough! it shall be so--your words prevail. The best security is _power of sail_; So, to set sail at once must be our plan, The crew may follow the best way they can. _Song._--CONRAD.--_Air, “My Skiff is by the Shore.”_ My skiff is on the shore, she manned must be, By one little boy, yourself, and me; Can I call it manned, though, when of the three, One is a small boy, and another a she. Fa, la, la, &c. My skiff is on the shore--then come with me, Since here with you ’twould be all U P. [_MEDORA dances to chorus--exeunt, L._ _SERENA rises from trap, R. C._ _Serena._ So far, so good! my plans are working nicely; That’s just the sort of girl he wants precisely, Modest, sportive, happy, kind, affectionate; With heart as light as a cheap grocer’s weight. He’s half in love as ’tis--but to make sure, All sorts of dangers they shall first endure; For true love’s course, in palace, cottage, booth, Like omnibuses, never yet ran smooth; And of all plans to win a man’s affection, The surest is, to trust him for protection. To aid my plans, first, shipwrecked he shall be; When the ship sinks, all must go swimmingly-- To raise the wind, at once the seas I’ll cross, And set the waves all playing pitch and toss. _Song._--SERENA.--_Air, “Over the Sea.”_ Over the sea!--now will I flee-- Mind, it’s a secret between you and me; Soon you will see--don’t say ’twas me-- Somebody coming it strong! Even March! March! March! With his winds and rough weather, Such storm ne’er could gather: Old March! March! March! Shall confess himself beaten ere long. It’s over the sea! Over the sea! Like Mother Carey’s bird now will I flee-- Over the sea! Over the sea! Raising the wind pretty strong. [_Exit R._ SCENE III.--_A Storm at Sea, with the wreck of the Golden Mary._