shall we her fair Spring restore As pure and limpid as it was before Unless we hollow the polluted Flood And purge out Heretick-Stains with Hereticks Blood Prim. The very thought does my chill Age renew And almost make Armagh a Souldier too O Portendown that happy Day is past Grief stays too long and Pleasure runs too fast I saw and 't was a wisht a welcome sight As e'er was shewn By Heavens bright burning Light I saw the wandring Flood new-blacken'd o'er And shoals of Bodies washed down the shore Whilst fresh Supplies still o'er the Breach were thrown 'Till there at last was hardly room to drown Macar And thinks your Grace this was a sight so proper For one whose Character shou'd be Compassion Pity and Love all like our mighty Maker I though long steel'd in Camps and drench'd in War To Execution us'd and Blood and Carnage Fatal Effects of necessary Cruelty I rather shou'd have wish'd to have given the Lives To all those Wretches though at the expence Even of my own Prim. Are you a Catholick Maccar Yes and will die one But cou'd I believe That my Religion taught the same that you do I rather wou'd turn Heretick Turk or Pagan Than be so one hour longer Prim. Scarce can the stupid Ignorance excuse you A Heretick himself could say no more Hath not the sacred Lateran Council made it An Article as needful to Salvation As any of the Creed That this curst Fry Rebels to Holy Church shou'd be destroy'd By Fire and Sword or any other way Where-e'er they 'r found like other Beasts of Prey While that of Constance makes this other easie And bids us keep no Faith with those that have none A pious necessary useful comfortable Doctrine You are a Souldier 'T is a Stratagem Those still in War are lawful And I 'll tell you Once more If this you know not Sir you 'r guilty Of Ignorance inexcusable Why 't is The very Cement of the CAVSE the Blood the Life Of Holy Mother Yet you are to learn Your Catechise 'T is what her eldest Son Has practised many Years See how he 's blest How all succeeds and he speaks Fate in Europe If this you know as how can you be ignorant Of what each Catholick especially Each IRISH-Man sucks with his first-drawn Milk Whoever here of all your Country-men Besides that false Apostate Wretch Clanrickard Was guilty known of such an easie Meanness Repent or else expect the Church's CURSE The heavy Doom that waits for by her Laws Your ipso facto Excommunicate Tyrcon My Lord 't is not a time for these Discourses Though his weak Conscience cannot yet digest Such manly Food we know he 's firm to th' Cause Brave and wou'd freely lose a Life i' th' Quarrel Rather let 's think and with united Councels Consider what we 've done and where we are Nug. Think What have we to think of First let 's act 'T is time enough to think when that is done 'T is a plain Imposition on our Natives To fall on such unnecessary Work We have an Hundred Thousand Men in Arms None but the wretched Relies of Rebellion That dare withstand us here Let 's o'er to England That golden Land where Palms and Laurels wait us Delicious Murthers and sweet Massacres Hang Drown Stab Burn Bâ—oil Eat Damn our proud Conquerors Neag That will do well 't is excellently motion'd What brave Milesan wou'd not stake his Soul On the Design But first let 's clear our own Ere we attempt on others Lands Those Relies You talk of are like Vipers Spawn if not Crusht speedily in time they 'll grow too sturdy And send their Venome hissing o'er the Island First send fair Words good Terms sweet-honied Proffers Which we know how to keep clear once the North Derry and Inniskilling all 's our own Give 'em what Articles they please themselves Promises cost not much they may believe The English all are kind-believing FOOLS Or now had been our Masters If this takes We have our Men and vain Expence of Blood For better Purposes 1. Irish Lord. Wou'd that were over I 'd be content cou'd we secure our own Nor ever much ambition'd Foreign Conquests The English sooner Cheated are than Beaten We must expect a formidable Army Shortly in our Bowels Though their Hands Are raising long they generally fall heavy 2. Lord. My Lord I must entirely join with you We owe our Safety to their Easiness Had they not kindly thought we wou'd come over And yield the Sword entreating they 'd accept That and our Lives we scarec had now been talking How we shou'd conquer them And to say truth That was a Master-piece of Irish Cunning To drill 'em on with Promises and Oaths Of free submission when they 'd please to take it Till we were able to laugh at 'em and Despise their Threatnings I own 't was justly managed And very pleasantly was that fine Fool Entrapt who promis'd England such Success Such Mountains of Foreign Hopes from Secret Treaties The end too crown'd the Work When he perceiv'd We were not quite so good to keep our Words The Generous Fool dispatch'd himself for Shame To be out-witted by an Irish Man And heartily I wish as any here The Frolick would go round till we possess'd Their Vacant Hives without the toyl of Firing The Drones away tho' then we lost the Pleasure Of Killing and the Lechery of Murder But Since they won't go on in a good Work We must take Care to keep secure by force What we by Art have won First clear those Garrisons Talk'd of perhaps more easily then done Secure the Country next from Rapparees Who else will soon destroy the breed of Cattle And bring a Famine spite of all our plenty That done a Magazeen of Arms sufficient Provision too against what casually May happen and that certain Desolation Armies and War bring with 'em then we may Think on the other Projects Prim. A Curse on this Luke-warmness in the Cause It ruines all Was 't not these Noble Lords These Valiant Heroes who in Council pressed To have the Prince Proclaim'd 1st L. Yes and we judged We then had Reason had not first the King Both quitted England and obliged his Subjects Armies Commanders Officers and Garrisons To yield to Orange Did not a sure Friend As some we still have there send us a Pacquet Advising this and his departure following We knew not where Shou'd all have been exposed To a Head-strong Wild Ungovernable Rabble Tyrc No more my Lords the Case is alter'd since And we have Arms from France whose generous Prince Delight of all Mankind with pious Care Our Royal Refuge has welcom'd there Strong Succours thence we wait nor shall we fail The Catholick Cause with them must needs prevail The while my Lords we all must rest content The Fate of War there 's nothing can prevent Disorders make the Souldiers brave and bold You break him if too close the Reins you hold Besides our Troops
over fall all together upon it cutting out pieces of them alive and broiling it upon the Coals In the mean while a small Party of English surprize and fall upon 'em on which all the Rabble set up the Irish yell and run away without striking a stroke 1. Englishman A Soul-less heap of Animals that Nobler Beast They here torment has infinite more Valour Than all their Rascal Nation piled together 2. Are these the Champions these the Stil-Cow Heroes Must Conquer England Sure 't would be a Problem Well worth resolving How many of 'em Must go to killing one of us I shou'd Be flatter'd to esteem my Self immortal Had I a Lease of Life till they cou'd take it 3. Slaves long-worn Slaves and Ten times baffled Rebels Were one poor English-man design'd by Fate By Courage Earth and Heaven it self their Master Tied to a Post as this poor Beast before us Among a Thousand of those Cut-Throat Monsters Were but his Face uncover'd cou'd they see him See but their Master sure they scarce dar'd stab him I question'd if the Cowards would not tremble Until their bloody Baggonets forsook Their Guilty Hands 4. No Sir you are mistaken Then is their very time or then or never Unless when loaded with base Multitude And rather press'd to Death than fairly kill'd They can't so much as Murder one of ours O they are bold as Lions rather Wolves When they on helpless Women light or Children Or Men unarm'd helpless and weak as they 2. But lest we meet the Fate which oft has happen'd To our brave Countrymen and fall a Prey Born down and trodden with inglorious Numbers Let 's cut our way to Derry for this part O' th' Country 's all their own but there 't is said They stem the Fide already shut the Gate Against their Troops 1. Fair Fortune still attend 'em And Crown their Courage with well purchased Lawrels Whilst to their Succour and our own we flie And bravely conquer or as bravely die Exeunt Omnes ACT I. SCENE III. Enter Tyrconnel the Primate Cashel Nugent Neagle Neag How tame the harmless Sheep convey'd himself To a safe Prison O 't was a wise Message To ask leave to bestow so large a Kingdom Almost for less than asking Thoughtless Mountjoy Whose Embassy no doubt is kindly taken Thy self for more Magnificence and Grandeur In highest State art lodg'd at the Bastile Tyrc Chiefly to you we owe that piece of Policy Nor shall it fail Reward He need not fear A kind Reception when so true a Friend As Rice goes with him but we must have News The Wind stands fair from Brest and they must needs Be long ere this arriv'd Cash Sure the very Thoughts of our admired adored true Cath. K. Thus honouring this lov'd Country with his Presence Will make us all invincible Prim. Then shall the Rebels know what 't is to affront him 'T is their turn now The English are the Rebels And we their Rightful Loyal conquering Masters Tyrc And have a Title that 's uncontroverted A Hundred Thousand Men besides the King And who dares call him Rebel that has either Of these Two Glorious Helpers to his Cause Cash The very Name of one so much belov'd So long desired by all our Country-men And justly for as much he honours them With his kind Thoughts his single Name wou'd do Without an Army and inspire new Courage If any wanted it 't was he alone Who thro' the last false dangerous Trimming Reign Screen'd off the fury of the Rebels from us Got that proud Heretick imperious Ormond Oftner than once remov'd 'T was he who found The Treacherous Essex who buoyed up the English And their decaying Interests against us He found him out at last spite of his Policy And did reward him in due time and place But when kind Fate or of her own accord Or jogg'd by some Officious Catholick Hand Broke Charles his Linsy-Woolsey Line of Life When our bright Star ascended his Meridian And shot his Beams from London to our Isle What Loyal Face was seen without a smile Scarce will our Joy or Juster be or more When with his Royal Feet he treads our Shore Tyrc Be it our Care the while t' amuse the People Persuade 'em he 's arriv'd already her This will affright the English if they 'd stir And raise the Courage of our Country-men Were we not Politicians things exempt From the dull common road of Just and Right In which the World drudge on yet our Religion Permits nay does encourage such a Lye As serves the Church and that no doubt's wrapt up Together with our Cause and stands or falls As we do here Enter Servants A Courier wants Admittance to your Excellency Tyrcon Go fetch him in Courier These from Versailles my Lord some few days since Delivers Letters From the King's Royal Hand I did receive ' em Tyrcon Say How was his Reception and Attendance In that great Court Cour. Magnificent and Royal Shou'd he return a Conqueror to London Scarce cou'd the Pomp be greater Guards were sent To attend him on the Road a fair Retinue Of young Nobility soon found to wait him And when he came we scarce knew which was King Cash were any Preparations going forward For his appearing here Cour. All that was possible And the Great LEWIS swore to all his Court If any wou'd almost Oblige their Prince ' Twou'd be by waiting on the ROYAL EXILE Vent'ring their Lives on one joint Stock with HIS A Squadron was equipp'd at Brest as I Came through the Harbour all prepared and ready To attend him thither Tyrcon His Letter speaks as much Having read the Pacqu 〈…〉 Ere this time he 's embarked the Wind stands fair And large Supplies of Money and of Men Will with him soon be here if it were possible To inspire more Life into our vigorous Cause Nug. And shall we be too merciful and tender And ruine all agen as once before Prim. Then we deserve to fall unpitied too Pointed and laugh'd by each zealous Catholick The Scorn of every Heretick in Europe No had good Counsel been but follow'd when We last appeared for the same noble Cause Had those who safely then advised Kill All. Been hearken'd to we 'd long ere this been Masters And Ireland full as Catholick as Spain But O this easie foolish cruel Pity This Ague of Mankind far worse than Fear This Palsie of the Soul which makes it tremble When ought that's Daring calls ir out to act Others there were forsooth for gentler Methods For Speeding none but such as die resist And thus the Matter hung 'till 't was resolv'd All shou'd be left at liberty Or kill Or save alive as Bravery or Weakness Shou'd prompt 'em and we since have felt the Event We did Our Business by not doing Theirs The safer wiser much more Catholick Way Had been on highest pain of Church's Thunder Incurring greater Excommunication As after though too late we did at James-Town And soon blew
Boggs to meet 'em who on the Inniskilling Mens first Fire retreat in Disorder Governour St. George we 've past the Boggs they run they run And these too bend Macarty A whole half-hour 't is fair And more than I in Conscience cou'd expect Collonel I 'll charge my self the Battel totters These may restor't To a Collonel and Officers about him Coll. We wait you with our Lives if not too late For the Horse break and see my Lord the Devils Come rolling on in Smoak and Fire and Blood We yet may fly Macarty When dead if I get off That 's soon enough come follow you that Love Your King or me They endeavour to rally the broken Army the English come on take the Cannon and turn it on the Irish some throw themselves into the Bogg and are knockt on the Head there others ask Quarter and throw down their Arms c. Macarty Rally behind me once stand once but 'till I've met the Torrent and then run to Perdition Coll. 'T is vain they are as deaf as fighting Winds A Drove of Sheep as soon will stop their running When one leaps first The Torrent bears us down And hurrys us too with 'em to the Wood. All 's lost yet will your Lordship save your self Macarty For what or where this Army was my Life My Spirits my Blood 't is lost and I 'm dead with it Let 's turn and fall like what we 've lived Coll. We cannot Unless we over them or under pass And see already to the Wood we 're born Driven with the edge of the Multitude Out of the Tide of Death Macarty Then let 's return to 't Now 't is worth stemming I have lived too long By half an hour Officers We 'll follow and dye with you They make up to a Party of the Inniskilling men at whom Macarty discharges his Pistol at which they all fire at him and shoot him down a Souldier comes up and Clubs his Musquet to knock out his Brains Macarty They have done kindly but thou'lt yet do better Quick kill me Villain or I 'll rise and kill thee Irish Officers Macarty English Capt. Spare his Life and 't is a noble Pris'ner Give him fair usage thô you keep him safe Macarty O cruel Wretches now I 'll call you base Cowards to take a shott and not return it Loose my Arm yet you shall have t'other No I need you not Drops into a swound with his Wounds they carry him off and the Scene closes ACT III. SCENE III. LONDON-DERRY Enter Governour three Collonels Captains c. Governour 'T Was a bold Act but just and necessary Which made us Masters of our Lives and Derry 'T is now too late to shrink and who wou'd do 't Thô t were not so We yet are strong enough Althô almost on every side betray'd Bandon Dungannon quitted all and lost Our Passes forc'd meerly for want of fighting Relief refused when half within our Walls The English Troops Provision Ammunition And all our most experienced Officers All gone and little left but Walls and Hearts Yet hold they fast and favour us kind Heaven We need not yet despair A happy riddance Of some we 've made whose Presence if still with us Had done more harm than good We have Provisions And while the Countrey 's clear may yet bring more A Garrison strong numerous and vigorous We 've newly sent agen for aid to England If we succeed History will record Our Actions louder than Ostend or Troy And if we fall never a braver Cause Nor can it more be worth the while to dye 1. Collonel The Enemy apace are drawing hither Headed by Hamilton who falsify'd His Word and Trust with England they are numerous But yet all Irish save some Officers Sent o're from France both Nations we have conquer'd And may agen unless by Famine press'd More than the Enemy which to avoid T were necessary every private House Were searcht immediately and all things brought To th' general Magazine thence given out By just proportion as our number is Governour You Counsel well about it instantly But what 's of more concern if possible Than that it self Let 's all promote a Union In different Parties here if that once break We 're lost inevitably and become The scorn and triumph of our Enemies What was 't destroy'd the fam'd Jerusalem But Faction within more deadly and more fatal Than all the Roman Army at the Gates And batter'd down their Walls with more success Within than did the Engines from abroad 2. Coll. So well I hope our Interest is seen That thô their Heads being gone most left behind Seem little better than a Rabble now Yet even they can Feel as well as others Thô not much used to think Besides we 've Officers Remaining still behind as brave as those Who quitted Derry and as signaliz'd In bold Defence o' th' English Int'rest here These have the Hearts of all the common sort And both wou'd rather Dye nay Starve than yield They'd make it Death to think as well as speak on 't Cou'd one as well as t'other be discover'd 3. Coll. Already their Fidelity we 've try'd And quickly shall their Valour thô opprest With numbers at the Fords and wanting all Was necessary for their own Defence But now they 're satisfy'd their Leaders are Firm as themselves ready to share their danger In a few hours we easily shall guess Their future Carriage for the Enemy Comes on a pace already part encampt Upon the neighb'ring Hills the whole consists Of twenty-thousand men effectively The best of bad cull'd out of all the rest Canon they have and Bombs and Engineers We must expect smart Entertainment with ' em Governour Let 's to the Walls and see what Face they bear Tho' probaby we shortly may meet nearer Exeunt omnes SCENE II. The Irish CAMP and General 's Tent. Hamilton Mamow Pusignan Clancarty Butler Fitz-gerald and other Officers Hamilton WHat mean these sturdy Rebels that they yet Delay surrendring Can they think to stand Our Royal Army will those ragged Walls Which scarce will bear the shock of their own Canon How then of ours secure 'em from our Arms Mamow Begar me vill batter 'em down with 1 2 3 Potgun Vat the Diable do they mean do they not know My great Maistre send his Lieutenant General Mamow To pull down all de Walls and burn kill kill De Man Woman and shucking Shild dat fight vid his Brother King of England Fitz-gerald They only kindly stay 'till we attack 'em That we may have the pleasure Of Military Execution on 'em For 't is impossible they shou'd sustain The least assault of such a puissant Army Butler Perhaps they question if we 're yet in earnest Were but a Battery rais'd and some few Bombs Thrown in 't wou'd make 'em tremble and submit If not infatuated Hamilton The Experiment is quickly try'd upon 'em Call th' Engineers and let some shot be play'd Against the Market-house perhaps 't