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
Ugly-Dog Rogue of an English Serjeant bid me turn to the Right and put me quite out Mac-Shane But was n't mine Stranger than that too may they maak haung upon my Mothers Son if I did did not turn the same way both times and yet the Churl said I was right the first and wrong the second time O Donnel And when he bid us Face about I thought t 'had bin to charge the Enemy so daring not be out of my Ranks at such a dangerous time ran back agen to the main Body whence I was drawn Teigue Upon my Shaulvaashion but so did we too but had the Rebels bin coming in earnest wee 'd have cut the pittiful Rascals all to pieces So so Teigue wou'd have ript up the Guts of the Hereticks Puls out his Sword and Fences in the Air. So he would have out his Head off and just so Clubs his Musquet Just so when he cry for mercy No English Dog you I 'll knock out your Brains While they are Vaporing and Laughing Enter the Detachment that went to Storm the Castle beat in by the English who Sally'd upon ' em Officer They Fought like Devils and Ours not like men Like Women nay a Child an English Boy Might kill 'em had he but the strength for they Make no resistance once more if you 're men Stand and save all do but look back and see Your Enemy The English Enter The Officer and several Souldiers fall O Donnel tumbles among the Slain and pretends himself Dead Mac Shane creeps into a Bush and Teigue being the nimblest Footman runs away the English following the Chase and Re-enters breathless at the Generals Tent. Enter Macarty Officers Teigue looking fearfully over his Shoulder Teigue O Sir my Lord we 're lost St. Patrick save us The Army oh the English Army Macarty VVhat of them Coward are they more than men Teigue Than men Sir O yes Sir They have every one of 'em Eyes as big as Sawcers and spit Fire like Dragons twenty thousand O they 're here just at the Door and I 'm Dead Macarty VVhat are they come Incognito VVe must have seen or heard some News what ever ' t is Captain Go bid my Regiment advance Captain They 're here and even just there 's the Enemy Enter the English beating in the Irish Macarty Is this the dreadful Army one poor Company VVell-Charge 'em See if they are all immortal They Charge the English who still Fighting retreat in good Order till they regain their Fort. Macarty Farewell Temper 'T is beyond the Patience Not only of a Souldier but a Saint Patrick himself of whom our holy Fryers Tell us such holy Lies wou'd swear to see it This half a-handfull to outbrave our Army Come on go off beat kill do what they please O Fate thou 'st cheated me sure I was mouldie To lead such men as those who Conquer mine Yes rather had I head one single Troop Of such as they than all this Soulless rout This Pageant of a War this Pastbord Army Scarce those in musty Arras wove look worse Or stand more patient to be cut in pieces No there I wrong'd 'em first they will not stand So fast they run that Death can scarce o'retake 'em Almost outstrip a Bullet in his March With Fate and Vengeance wing'd and red Destruction VVhy must I bear so many thousand Deaths Before the last kind true one gives me Ease And sends this rage and shame a passage hence Quite crusted round my heart I 'll stay no longer If there 's a Purgatory sure 't is here Quick quick I 'll thro' it all and reach my Heaven To the Officers Go bid the Army March if they 'll obey you Mistake not wilfully and run away I 'll be for Inniskilling or my Tomb Here call a Drummer Speed him quickly thither Carry this Summons to the Governour Were not my Soveraigns Honour in 't concern'd Shame wou'd not let me make a proposition To such as those to yield to such as ours This will unless I much mistake his temper Quickly bring him and Victory or Death Either of which wou'd be so welcome now I scarce know which to chuse As the Drummer is going out Enter one from the Out-Guards Souldier My Lord we saw the Enemy advancing On yonder Hill and move so fast they must Be very soon upon us Macarty Labour saved I see there 's men of Honour and Civility We 've yet as much advantage as we 'd wish for There 's not a better spot of Ground in Europe To cool their Courage On this little rise We 'll place our Canon and our last Reserve Speaks to an Officer You Colonel Take the Horse and keep the Causway Between the Bogs And you the Foot dispose Speaks to another On either Wing Thus planted if they will But hold their Swords before 'em 't is impossible To lose at least And when their Troops are tired We may at pleasure fall upon and break 'em And once bid fair for Fame Exeunt Officers Tho' yet I hope not Not hope it Yes the man who bravely dies In the discharge of whatsoever Post He 's fix'd at Fames his everlasting portion What e're he lose then le ts be all Macarty My Soul my thinks expands its self and greatens With prospect of near Immortality Look down you Holy Forms who reign above Where no Contentions dwell but those of Love You Saints you Heroes all of whom we 're told You flourish'd here And might perhaps of old If ' ere Macarty did an act was base Dart all your Thunders in his perjur'd Face But if he Vertue and fair Fame pursu'd And Ill n'ere chose unless i th' shape of Good If ne're unless deceiv'd his Sword was known To own a Cause which you wou'd blush to own Then either aid him with success to day Or take at once his Shame and Life away His Soul a Stranger there a place provide Among those shining few who bravely dy'd Open the Gates and your kind arms prepare They come they come you soon will find him there Exit to the Battle ACT II. SCENE IV. Both Armies the Irish as before the English advancing up to the Causway the Canons play Trumpets Drums Fifes sounding Governour THere 's the Enemy Collonel Enough there needs no Word The English fall on desperately at the Causway the Irish receive 'em and a warm dispute follows Macarty from the Hill They stand they stand Nor yet nay then I 'll hope And if they run not now e'ne beg their Pardon And give my self the Lye There is no way for Foot Those Boggs are inaccessible Let 's bring The Canon once to bear the Day 's our own Governour to his Soldiers How Gentlemen not Conquer These are Irish All errand Irish whom as oft yo 've baffled As seen I know you 'll beat but what 's the Reason You stay so long Charge home with the Pikes Now Now or Never The Foot receive all the Enemy's Fire and pass the
they meet us And before such you did propose a Tryal Of which there was no need for all the Irish Had been acquitted all the English guilty That of Magee was a full year at least After your horrid Massacre begun And only warm revenge for many Murthers Which you began er'e any provocation The hour the day prefixt all o're the Kingdom Own'd by your own and not by you denyed Who only say you were provoked to what You did but how had you not your Estates Liberties Lives although a conquer'd Nation Were not your Lawyers nay some Judges Irish Was it Religion then But was not that Which you call so allowed more bare then ever Convents and Nunneries every where connived at No man molested Mass in publick said All o're the Kingdom spite of all the Laws Point-blank against it as for your Commissions Your great Oneal himself and Lord Mac-guire Own'd at their death 't was all a Forgery Butler Well Gentlemen which ever part went wrong Or this or that can never now recall it But one things certain and you 've treated us So generously we cannot but in kindness Advise you on 't You see no succours yet From England come or if they are in vain Kilmore is ours and we a Boom have fastned Across the Lough that 't is impossible By that way to releive you your Provisions I see come short you may have yet fair Terms If you stand out there 's not a man escapes Yield then and let not such brave men be ruin'd 1 Capt. Captain we thank you for your kind advice But should the Souldiers hear you 'd not be safe From worrying nor shou'd we propose it We 're one and all There 's not a private Centinel But willingly wou'd eat the Flesh from one arm And fight with t'other ere they wou'd surrender Besides for yet a while we 're richly stored Tallow and Starch why 't is luxurious diet And when that fails and all besides the Garrison Sir we have heard e'm swear 't and do believe it Will first eat you and then themselves e're yield Tho' every hour we expect releif And know the English are i th' Lough already And will be here A shout without But we must to our Charges For business calls we wish you well to bear What can't he mended Exeunt Omnes SCENE VIII Derry-Walls Enter Governour Colonels Captains Govern Too well appears the reason of that shout I' th' Irish Camp See in the Lough below The English Ships attempting our relief The first is stranded while the barbarous Enemy Runs down in Sholes to Fire or kill or take 'em While with insulting Flowts they call t' our Guards And bid us send our Carpenters to help ' em 1 Col. Some of their mirth is spoiled with that broad-side Full in the midst o' th' Rabble nay the shock Unless I see as many what they wish Has floated her again 2 Col. 'T has done it really Not only in your fancy now Salvation The Boom is broke with Wind and Tide they come And scatter storms of Fire and Death about 'em Till Kilmore rattles and the bloody strand Lies spread with Carcasses and Legs and Arms Bodies and Heads and Men alive and dead Fly every where so fast as if they strove Which shou'd outrun the other Gov. They have reached the Key relief life comes with ' em Enter English Captains Govern Brave Countreymen there 's little need to tell you You 're welcome here for all that 's left of Derry Confesses it those living Carcasses You see remaining fain wou'd smile had they But flesh enough to do it not great Orange Our now great King was with more joy received In gasping England when he came to save it From the same Enemy then you are here Engl. C. Nor with less Joy we bring you this relief Then wee 'd our selves receive it but what news From th' Enemies Camp must we go visit them Or won't they be so civil to attend us Govern They do what they were born to run away Fire all their very Tents and Huts and worse The Countrey too least we should make advantage Whole waggon-loads of Arms thrown into th' River Bursting their largest Guns as too unweieldy For thir light March O had we but some Horse To give 'em one kind Farewell 't is so strange For those who have been Neighbours now so long To part abruptly Engl. Capt. We again shall find 'em For Schombergh speedily is here designed With twenty thousand men to march for Dublin And end the War Governour Impatiently we wait Till that wish day when we agen may meet Those who so often grovelled at our Feet Ex. Omn. ACT. IV. SCENE First Dublin Tyrconnel Rice Nugent c. Neagle Tyrc Derry reliev'd and Inniskilling lost Sure destiny mistakes or we do so Macarty Prisoner Hamilton baffled English landed And more still coming What will next be done Were all my Goods aboard as once before And I there too I scarcely shou'd look back To be Lieutenant Or indeed a something Which bears some lesser name the King 's scarce more Aside Nug. The glorious Cause we now are all embarkt in Is firm enough to stand in spite of all Th' attempts against it of weak Hereticks What are two Towns they yet have won no more Nay only kept 'em and for the disgrace Incurred by missing them there are excuses Sound plausibly enough which wee 'l transmit To our Friends in England as our selves wee 'l use ' em Alas 't was place a little mean And worthless Town we only lay before it For Recreation might have taken it When e're we pleased at an hours warning had we But strained our Forees there 't is true wee 'd some Some few perhaps of note who dy'd in th' Army But there are many ways of death besides The Sword and Cannon several brought Diseases That left 'em there tho' lives and all went with ' em The usual chance of War not to be avoided For what 's to come we 've still a numerous Army A noble body of Horse as are in Europe Ten Thousand with the least with these wee 'l tug At least this Summer ore the fickle English By then perhaps will tired and weary grow Of their new King or France will be at leisure To give their Arms a powerful diversion And us assistance here His Privateers Will scowr our Seas and pick each Vessel up That peeps abroad this will breed Discontents In those enough inclin'd to 't without Cause Besides we still have a strong party there Desperate and Resolute they may produce Something themselves that 's not contemptible But come the worst 't is but to Fire the Countrey Kill all the Heretics and run away By th' Light their Houses make Neagle But still for Money The Life o th' cause That must be got or all Yet done or counselled will be lost and nothing Rice We shall have shortly large supplies from France Some we already have Neagle