Part 6

Medora. [Uneasy.] What’s that dark stranger, whispering?

Pasha. Pooh! pooh!

Yussuf. But, sire, to sell one’s niece, like any nigger! ’Possums and rattlesnakes! Say what’s the figure?

Pasha. [L.C.] Name your own price.

Yussuf. [L.] My niece--so good, so true-- So dear to me. Well, she’ll be dear to you, What say you to one thousand chequeens?

Pasha. Done.

Yussuf. [Aside.] I wish I’d ask’d him five, instead of one.

Medora. What strange presentiment of woe comes o’er me?

Pasha. Conduct her home.

Syng. Fair slave, just march before me!

Medora. Slave! knave! behave! I am no slave--I’m free! You are deceived;

Syng. Nay, you are sold--not me;

Medora. I sold! Who’d dare to sell me?

Syng. Can’t you guess--

Medora. Oh, my prophetic soul! my uncle--

Yussuf. Yes; I’m very sorry, but--

Medora. You sorry--stuff!

Yussuf. I guess I am. [Aside.] I didn’t charge enough.

Medora. [To PASHA.] I am no slave, good sir, I’m free--then please ye, To calm my fears, and make me free and easy.

Yussuf. There! don’t orationize the case about.

Medora. If you’re my uncle, you will let me spout.

Pasha. No words--you are my slave. [Seizes her.

Medora. Help! help!

Enter CONRAD, R.

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--