Part 14

Syng. Sire, a man is at the door, He’s got a slave to sell.

Pasha. I’ll buy no more. [Exit SYNG SMAUL.

I’m plagued to death as ’tis, with those I’ve got.

Re-enter SYNG SMAUL, L. 1 E.

What now?

Syng. He says you have bought this one.

Pasha. What?

Syng. And though to you such message may sound funny; He said he would’nt leave without the money.

Pasha. Insolent caitiff! show him in--and stay-- Request our headsman, too, to step this way. [Exit SYNG SMAUL.

Gul. [Aside.] Who is this madman, rushing on to slaughter?

Enter YUSSUF with MEDORA, veiled, L. 1 E.

Yussuf. How are you, Pasha? Here’s the gal; I caught her.

Pasha. What girl, dog?

Yussuf. [Raising her veil.] See!

Pasha. Medora!

Medora. Sire, have pity!

Zuli. [Looking at MEDORA.] Young, but uncultivated!

Gul. [Looking at MEDORA.] Plump, but pretty!

Medora. Save me, sir, from this man?

Pasha. Nay, sweet--you see----

Medora. You won’t? Enough! Thus, then, myself I free. [Draws dagger; is about to stab herself.

Yussuf. Hold on, until I’m paid--at least. Ho! seize her.

Medora. Villain, for you, then. [Runs at him with dagger.

Yussuf. Back her! stop her! ease her! [Runs out, L.

Pasha. Halloa! It seems your dagger you are quick at!

Medora. Yes, for great wrongs I never trifles stick at.

Pasha. But he’s your uncle.

Medora. [L.] Kindred’s no protection. I raised this knife to cut my own connexion.