will stagger 'em To see the Stones rattle about their Ears Clancarty A tedious way and wer 't not far more brave To scale it instantly and put to th' Sword Whoe're resist I 'd be the first should lead ' em Hamilton My Lord none e're could doubt Clancarty's Valour But the Kings Subjects must not be exposed To causeless hazards time enough for that If this succeed not as I 'd hope it may For see already they set ope the Gates And hurry in disorder hitherward Their wisest way to yield upon Discretion Butler They rather seem to bear the face of Men Desperately bent to ruine see already They charge our careless Out-Guards and have beat 'em Home to the Trenches Hamilton They are Impudent But shall be cooler To your Charges strait Draw out a Party of Horse and face the Rebels Remember 't is the first Attempt on that May very much of our Success depend Fitz-girald They 've taken a long Sally from their Town Nor shall return in hast Exeunt omnes Enter a Party of the Derry men Collonels Captains c. Collonel So we begin to rouze 'em who wou'd think To see how briskly they at first advance They were resolv'd to play an Irish-trick And run away but that 't is the Beasts Nature Since one o' th two must run he 'll be so civil To save the other side the Labour Enter Irish Mamow Fitz girald c. Fitz-girald Yield Rebels Collonel Yes Shoots him dead the Parties joyn the English beat the Irish off and fight behind the Scenes SCENE III. Derry Enter Governour to him a Captain from the Field Captain 'T was a tough bout the Irish cheated us And fought awhile like men Governour We from the Walls Cou'd not distinctly see what happened there Captain From the brave Colonel I 'm sent on purpose Who charg'd i' th' head o' th' Horse to give account Of this days action who is now retired Under the Walls where still he 'll face the Enemy Governour Cure my impatience quick and let me hear 't Captain He in two Squadrons first the Horse divides The Enemy did the same they met us briskly And head to head we fought and breast to breast No way appear'd but thro' or o're each other Each close t' his Friend as close t' his Enemy Two Iron Bodies hacking one another As Smiths on Anvils beat while smoke and Fire And sparks as thick as theirs flew from each Helmet Long thus we tugg'd till our impatient Colonel Grown angry beyond suffrance when they grew Unconscionably tedious e're they ran With his broad Sword clove one o' th' foremost down Almost to th' Girdle-sted then should'ring in Charg'd thro' the whole Brigade we follow'd him And glean'd the Deaths behind him Twice he met And hand to hand grappled their bold Commander The French Mamau who fought and curs'd as heartily As possible as oft agen was sundred By droves of either Party rushing in Betwixt their lifted Swords the third wish'd time They met and Monsieur at the first Encounter Fell dead blaspheming on the dustyâ— plain And dying bit the ground His Brother came Madder than he and swore a quick Revenge Or else to follow him he had the last From the same hand who sent him groveling after On the same spot so soon their Souls and blood Met as they parted these upon the Sand And those i' th' airy regions All the rest Were fairly following them till a new party Came from the Camp who with their very weight Forc'd a Retreat they eagerly prest on And met their Fate behind our Foot stood ready Who all the Ditches lined and gave 'em such Warm Entertainment very few return'd To tell the News At least two hundred left Upon the spot their Standard we have won And store of spoil nor lost above some Ten In all the Action Governour Like true Brittains done And see they here return loaden with spoils And fairly purchase Lawrels Welcom here Enter from the Walls the Colonel Officers Souldiers c. Thrice welcom to my Breast dread Sons of War My Heart beats quick and something feels abroad Kin to its own 't wou'd fain get out and meet it O how I envy you so great an Action Or were you any else shou'd envy you You 've let 'em know what they must look for from Derry What Edge your Courages and Swords do bear Embraces the Colonel c Colonel We 've bid 'm welcom somewhat heartily And as they like it let 'em come agen Tho' they 'l perhaps be wiser Governour No they will not We certainly shall have 'em quickly with us Rashness and Cowardice make up their Nature Prompt to attempt mad eager on destruction Like other Beasts they 'l run on Sword and Fire The Bores will stake themselves hold but the Spear Direct against 'em but when once they feel The warm blood trickle down and stain the Earth Unlike a generous Beast like Curs they whine Clap up their Tails and run nor will they stop Till death reach them or they some place of safety Howe're we are prepar'd fresh men to th' Walls I 'le speed away and others to the works While all your honourable wounds are dress't And you from your long Toyl and Labours rest Exeunt omnes SCENE IV. The Irish Camp Enter Hamilton Butler Clancarty Talbot Nettervile c. Hamilton Well 't is the chance of War always unequal Sometimes they must suffer but Revenge Sweet dear Revenge will soon set all things right And almost make 'em live agen we must Repay their visit home and speedily Col. Talbot If there be God or Devil let both stand Neuter Or side with Rebels now as oft before 'T is the same thing I neither fear their Anger Nor hope their Aid this sword and Arm 's my God I have and do Decree to Conquer them Hamilton Still wicked Will But yet he 's resolute And firm to th' Cause small faults are soon pass't over But we 've no room for talk swift action calls The English will be here with strong Relief Unless we 're speedy Let 's with Expedition The Life of every noble Enterprize Begin th' attaque upon their Lines Works Town Last time they met you unprovided now Prepar'd you come they ne're can think to stand Butler What men can do resolved to beat or dye What Loyal Subjects against hated Rebels And Catholicks against a faithless Crew Of cursed Heretical Dogs we promise swear And Vow ne're to return unless with Conquest Hamilton Success attend you equal to your valour Exeunt Omnes SCENE V. Derry The Walls Governour Several Captains Officers c. Govern I find I took em right the Camps in motion And some great thing in hand see there they come And swarm along as if they 'd cover us Three parties Horse two other Foot appear Captain I need not order you to your charges Who are already eager to be there 1 Capt. The Feasts so good there needs small invitation Wer'e
Conquests After their vain their fruitless kind Rebellions By which their Title they so justly lost To what remain'd whom we so oft have broke And trod their stubborn necks so oft in dust At vast expence of English Coin and Blood Infinitely more than e're the Island 's worth Yet still our fatal Goodness ruin'd all Forgiving faster than they could offend 'Till now we feel our Kindness and their Gratitude Almost too late 1 Coll. And yet 't is not so strange for Brutes to act As Nature prompts 'em bite and snarl and struggle And gnaw their Chain but that a humane Creature A Man should Brutifie so much To learn their Manners eat and drink like they And yell and rove and sport nay couple with 'em Till they descend and creep in the same manner 'T is strange indeed Yet thus and worse do those Who have so long bin conversant among 'em 'Till what by Meetings Intermarriages And Gossippings they grow as errand Irish Stark bruitish mad wild things as ever howl'd O're a dead Carkass For the Wolves and they With the same Order self-same Ceremony And Note and Tune over the Dead lament Governour What Death what Punishment is equal to This Sin this Crime this worse than bestiality But 't is too soon or late for such a Question This one effort they make and have pusht home To clear the land of their not wish'd Instructors And be as barbarous as they were before If this they gain not they are lost for ever If this we gain henceforth 't is ours for ever 'T is true there 's little left but that 's worth keeping England is still our own and that brave Prince Who holds the Crown with strong and rightful hand Will not forsake our Interest and his own Then happy they who bravely stem the Wave 'Till he holds out his Hand our sinking Bark to save 2. Coll. We shall have Storms the Sea works hard and loud The gathering Floods look big and scowl along Rolling far off from all hands we 've advice Macarty with the Flower of all their Forces Approaches hither and has vow'd to lay His Bones here or subdue us Governour That may be For he has Honour and 't is not unlikely He will do one or t'other which o' th two Lies yet in Fates dark womb Do Heaven its pleasure Let 's act like Men and either live or dye so 2. Coll. They say indeed that Gentleman you named Is a meer Prodigy of an Irish man A stranger thing than Toad or Serpent were That he 's both brave and honest in despite Of his curst Country and as curst Religion And his good natural temper has workt out The Venom of 'em both In brief he wants Only a better Cause and better Master Grant him but that and better Souldiers too I 'd not desire a braver Enemy Captain What e're he is you 'll have him quickly here As o're the Neighbouring Hills I scowr'd this Morn We saw some Troops which sure cou'd be no other Than advanc'd Guards to his Army Governour When he please We wou'd not willingly be unprepared Of kind reception for so great a Stranger Go draw your Forces up under the Walls We 'll meet not wait 'em Captain be 't your care With a smart flying Party to discover Once more what Face they bear and of what number Thô that 's the least we 'll fight 'em thô a Million Beware of Ambushes the Graves o' th' English Which there have bury'd ten times more than e're They in fair Battle lost Each Man to his Charge Exeunt Omnes ACT II. SCENE II. MACARTY's Camp Enter Macarty Officers Souldiers Exercising Macarty ARe these the Men design'd to conquer Kingdoms The miserable Props of bleeding Ireland Simplicity and Cowardice mixt in Such just proportion none knows which surpasses Why must I blame my Countrey-men yet why Do they deserve ' t Were any Cause besides My King 's concern'd I 'd never trust my self At the Head of 'em These the best cull'd Men Sure they ne're handled Musquet Pike or Sword Before this Expedition Let 's however See what we must expect Serjeant draw out A File or two and exercise 'em here The Officer draws 'em out and after the other usual words of Command bids 'em Face to the Right They all fall into Confusion some facing one way some t'other Macarty O stupid worse than Beasts I 'll teach my Horse What is too high for them Officer sets 'em in order agen and then Commands To the left They fall into the same Confusion they were in before Macarty I never knew 'em constant but in Mischief And there they never fail Once more they are reduced and the Word given To the left about They all throw down their Arms and run quite away Macarty There only did they not at all deceive My Expectations Shall I rave or pity ' em Are these fit men to face well-order'd Troops Flesht with Success and a long Train of Victories Well Gentlemen We must be Sacrific'd And that 's the worst We die for a good Master For such we ever ought to think our King But yet I can't without regret resign A Life which might with yours have done some Service If not Encumber'd with a useless Rabble Miscall'd an Army 1. Officer T was perhaps chance Those Raw Rude-Fellows lately were drawn out The others sure are better 'T is impossible They shou'd be all so Macarty One and all I fear However order forth another Party And see what they 'll do The Officer draws out others Gives the words They do all well enough till he bids 'em Fire one half never does it at all the other one after another and most of them wink and shoot just in one anothers Faces at which concluding themselves kill'd one part drops down and t'other runs away Macarty The very Emblem of a Battle this And this I expect they n'ere shall cheat me more 2. Officer Tho' they are somewhat inexpert my Lord They may be brave and faithfull when they meet The Enemy whom yet they never saw There stands a little Castle not far off Man'd by some fifty Foot 't is Old and Weak They 've little Ammunition If on this We flesht 'em t'wou'd do well they 'd rowze their Courage Which yet has drowsie lain for want of Action Macarty Tho' but too easily I guess th' Event I 'll not forebode and seeing fight we must As good begin Detach 500 Foot A Company of Granadeers may joyn 'em Sure those will carry 't or the Army won't Mean time the rest to Council to resolve How we must manage this unlucky business And where to most advantage aly our Bones Exeunt Omnes ACT II. SCENE III. Enter 3 or 4 Souldiers Mac-Shane O Donnel Teigue c. Teigue BY my Shoul now if ever poor Teigue saw the like in my Life Why my Gossip ty'd a Red Ribon about my left hand that I might be sure to know it from my right and the
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