_CONRAD’S vessel discovered, surrounded by the raging waters._
_CONRAD,
MEDORA and SAILOR, discovered on the deck._
_Conrad._ Courage, Medora, all will yet be well;
I s’pose you ne’er saw such a heavy swell?
Cheer up! you’re pale--you must be ill, I’m thinking?
_Medora._ No, no! I only feel a little sinking.
[_Noise of ship striking._
Hark! the ship’s striking--we are lost!
_Conrad._ Pooh! pooh!
Who cares, if the effect is striking too,
If with the public we go down to-night!
_Medora._ She sinks! we’re _going down_!
_Conrad._ We are? All right!
[_Ship sinks. Scene closes._