IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) / / O y. i/i 1.0 I.I *f-itt IIIIM ■' IM mil 2.2 2.0 1.8 1.25 1.4 1.6 ^ 6" - ► Wa & /a m e. °h 'a ^Ji y ""m .^ o '/, 7 /A Photographic Sciences Corporation 23 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y. 14580 (716) 872-4503 ,•••«■•>'*•- AN IRISH MIUrARY DRAMA IN FOUR ACfr9. SPECIALLY W»ITTB» FOR THB St ann'8]?oun0 HDen's Society, By JAMES MARTIN, (a mbmbkr of teb sooibty.) MONTREAL. St. ksviViA Young Mon*s Hail, 167 Ottawla Street. 1807. I mk '4i DRAMATIS PERSONJS. •PATRICK SARSFIELD. . . . IJari of Lufitii . ..Irish Genial ROGER O'GORMAN,. An Irish Gentleman DERMDT O'GORMAN His Son HARRY NUGENT , Do rmot's Friend COLONEL O'GRADY SERGEANT HAGAN..... ..Officers in the Irish Army CORPORAI HOGAN ' THADY i.--:.i^»l...| . . ^ _ \ Irish Gunners LARRY J MICKY CASSIDY .....A Lively Irish Boy TIM BRANNIGAN... .................... ..His Faithful Friend BARNEY O'REILLY .....A Blacksmith DAN O'RAFFERTY... His Assistant CONSIDINE ..»4: An Irish Car-man RORY MAGUIRE An Irish Sentinel BEAUJACQUES. ....... .A " Brave " Domestic COLONE I , BRECKENRIDGE . . A Loyal Solciier of the King SERGEANT BLAKELY.... CORPORAL BINGLEY.... SURGEON..'.. IRISH SOLDIERS, ENGLISH SOLDIERS, PEASANTS, ETC. ' \ In the King's Army [itleman Flis Son Friend h Army i''l'l!»'|iH"'W"^^(!^^^r"^llPliWP^^iyiW«l!^|pp»^p*|BpiilBp»P(B^pBBp sh Boy Friend :ksmith ssistant ar-man Jentinel >mestic le King 5 Army THE SIEGE OF LIMERICK. <^«i'«» ^f»^^^^^^ 2ec ACT I. 80EBB -Room in fe)ger O'Clonn.n'8 Houm. Tim Bbanbioak dUeovfred alone. TlU—ilhuting fwmiture. etc). Wei', well, bnt anear tiM» fc.~ com. to IrelMd ! Not . od. of ™ but'. J«id to .how h^nife on^I? i«^ for f«r of the soger. I (Site down). Oh d«tt^^ oh a«? the I^f tired out of me, au' I'm thinkin' I'll mwh cire dd m^ t^mI Vli ho«« of Roger 0'Gorm. better , good Iririm..n,but ol.Yhe'. . ch.agej^ Wh.ri w« h«then, an an infidel. I neror see him goin'to chnrch f. r heTBoin' to ?nJ"'i'- f"" •""" »y» l*" P«y". bSt he .wean like a KmJ Snre only for yoong Masther Dermot I'd be gone lonir aeo Ah^ W he', the fine man I There', an Iriah bov for von I -Pil- T..' •' ?"' hi. father tri«l to .hange him- aT' mJj^ ST fn.dll Srh^Ahro^.'^IS him. but If. no u«,. He .iicL> to the teaohin', of hi. 3 moSfw- ^^ w "L™! *'*"'"' ^'^''*"^ immorferSids,. Tih ,torte to hufeet). TIM— Micky, what', the matter with ye » ohffi^'irht^l^.'Ll""* '"'^*'^>- ^^^ '^•'"' »" <"". »•• <•«-. T/T^';r,^**'^y.^'*"^**y» ^^»*'« *^»« inatt«r, J say f Jf,«*^Y7-f ^» ^ ^*» ^ ^* ' he,he,T^ehe! Tm— Micky, is it the colic ye have ? ^}?^'{ri^H^y. *** ^^^^' ^0 Tim, it's the-Ach, ha. ha. hn ! .«! *^~^'"' Ifl^ ***f ^f" ^^**^*" ' «^'^' •^'^ y^^'^ the worn f Can't ^^M^ ^^^ *** ^" '^^ what it'p all abont I * MICKY-.Oh my, oh my, I never laughad lo much in me life Yu,r^^ an' the new nuw ia the canse of it all. - ^'**'®» TIM—The new man ? What new oian ! MICKY— Soie dont ye know that the masther is iroin' to iret riH nf na aU, un' pnt others in our places ? * ^ "** °' TIM~To get rid of us f An' is that where the fiinny part comes in ? wgm MICKY — It is, for one of the new fellows is down stain. He's a fierce-lookiu' Frenchman but the /.greatest coward ye ever saw in yw life, an' we've been fngbtenin' the divll out of him for the last half hour. Come down an' see him. TIM— (Jfownp to door)» Oh. if there's any (au goin' on I'm yer man. (Exeunt B. . Enter Roger O'Gobm^n, h)» 0*G, -—(Lhoking around). What ! He has not oome yet ? Well, I will wait. I know he vfiV attend my summons. (Seats himself at a desk). And when he does come, will I do as I have always done — or will I once and forever crush the spirit within him and force him to obey my will ? We shall see. The buttle between us has been long and stubborn. Hh has thwarted me ; he has refused to become wbat I am — a supporter of the King, and worse than all he clings with a dogged tenacity to. the religion I hate. Bah ! He takes after his mother— a fanatic. But he must obey me, he shall bow to my dictates. (Opens a drawer and takes out some papers and in doing so allows a locket to fall to thefioor. He picks it up). What ! How came this here ? The picture of my Wife — my wife when she became my bride ! How sadly her eyeK look iuio mine ! — Good heaven, the thing is bewitched ! The eyes aeem to move — to rivet themselves upon mine I There, thdre is the look I saw upon her dying face as her voice wailed in my ears " ISpare uiy sou " ! (Enter Dkrmot who , stands looking at his father, in surprise. O'G. throws the locket into the drawer). Away, phantom of the past ! Tlie'eclio of your last words must ever ring in iny ears but your prayer shall be uuheedid. Your son is also mine, and I shall bend him to my will. Th»^ Irish people must fiud in him a tyrant, and above all he shall aud will turn his buck upon his God ! DEBMOT— Never, father, never while l-fie is left to me ! O'G.— What ! Eavesdropping ? DEKMOT — No. I camt^ here obedient to your call, and I entered jnst in time, to hear your terrible language. (Throws himself wearily into a chair). But 1 am accustomed to it now, for I seldom hear yuur voice without being compe led to lis; en to douuuciations of the unfoitnnate Irish people, and a'as ! blasphem us utterances against that God whom you once servt'd. O'G. — God ! God ! Ever the same word from ypeak not Inowledge I'y thing lorrow I religion. rill slake aid the irp your sword against your struggling Irish brothers I No, no, yon are jetting — yon could not dQ it ! O'O, — i ran and I will. Sit down, I have something more to tell yon. Some years ago you learned of my hatred for religion and for the Irish, but 1 never told you my reasons, and before taking the final step, I wish to make them known to you. DERMOT— Pardon me, father. Before you utter a word of explana- tion let me tell yon, that the brightest intellect, the most logi>;al reasoner on tlie face of this broad earth lias never found, and never will And a cause sufficient to justify a man in becoming a traitor to his country or to his God ! O'G. — Wait, have patience ; hear me, und then judge me. DEKMOT — Pardon me again. ! know your object — 'tis the same which, for the past ten years, has upheld you in your determination to change me fr<>m what I am. It was my beloved motlier who implanted in my soul a love for the Eternal, She, alas ! is dead, but her spirit live^ within me. On the other hand my heart hab ever throbbed in sympatliy with my oppressed fellow-countrymen, and if 1 were- offered riches, honors or titles in return for my treason, I would spurn them and till the tempter that in my ears nng the bells of freedom, and their glorious sound shall not cease until my heart is cofd in death i O'G. — Rash boy, p^rhap^ that hour approaches ! DERMOT — Father I would welcome it if within that hour I were sure of your return to the Almighty, for then evil would have lost a champion in Roger O'Gorman, and sorrowing, bleeding Ireland have gained a defender. O G. — Idle words, idle hopes, and I will tell you why. Many years ago I had a friend — a bosom friend. He wronged me. 1 swore vengeanct. I wac then a Catholic In due time I went to confession. The priest ordered me to forgive my enemy. I refused. He denied me the Sacra- ments. This enraged me. He who had had wronged me was an Irish- man — I now saw an enemy in every one of his race. The priect offended my pride — I swore vengeance against the Church, and to-morrow I shall begin ray work ! ^ DERMOT— Begin your work, did ybu say ? Alas ! the baginning is now far in tho past. Ever since I was a ohild your unreasoning hatred of every thing Irish has been a painful problem to me. You have been so tyrannical in your dealings with the common people that you have earned the title of ** Cruel." Father, let me warn you. As you know, the Irish people, goaded to fury, have risen against their oppressive rulers. The tide of war is spreading ; those whom yon have treated so harshly, are taking up arms. Beware, beware of the vengeance ot an outraged people I O'G.— What ! Do you think th^t I, Roger O'Gorman, should run from a handful of half-clad rebels whose threats are not worth that ? {Cracks U9 fingers). ■ ! DERMOT'-Yes, they are poorlr clad, bat their Jack in that respect will not take the strength fVom their arms, the patriotism from their hearts, nor will it dampen the noble oourage 'which inspires them to give their lives for Irelana and freedom ! O'Q.^Ali nonsense, all nonsense t The rabble will but give the Kflng's troops a little practice. Mow them down I Cut them to pi«>ces ! Drive them from the ftice of the land ! But, enough of this : I called yon here this morning for a doable parposf>, the first part of which I have already unfolded to yon. And now foi the second, which is this : to- morrow I leave here to join the array of the Kin|^ and— listen well,— you will accompany me. DEBMOT— For what purpose, father ! O'G.— For the purpose of entering the ranks of the army under the banner of King William ! DERMOT— (i2t«ina). What ! /join the ranks of the f^nemies of my ccuntry ! Father, this is a ghastly joke ! ^' 0'G.-~You will find yourself face to face with a ghastly reality, if you refose to' obey me I DERMOT— Then I refuse to obey 1 Obedience to your parental authority has ever been to me a sacred thing, but this demand,— this interference with my rightful liberty,— this command to steep my hands in the blood of my gallant countrymen shall not be obeyed ! 0*G, — Do you know the alternative ?- DERMOT— I know that I will incur your angei ; that you will attempt to forcie me to obey, but although you may command my body, you cannot fetter my soul ! ^ O'G.— No, perhaps I cannot break your stubborn will, but I can, and if you still refuse to obey me, 1 shall hand you over to the authorities to be shot as a rebel I DERMOT— You would not do that \ O'G.— Ah,you grow pale ! You shrink at my threat ! You tremble with fear ! DURMOT— Yes, I tremble, but not with, fear of dying for love of my country, but at the terrible . thought that my father,— that Roger O'Gorman. should stoop to utter such a threat to bis own sou, and in such a cause ! O'G.— You still refuse I DERMOT — Yes, and will never alter my decision. Listen to me for I too, have something to tell. A few days ago I performed an action which I know willlead me in the path of honor and duty— duty to my fellow- man. • O'G. — What do you n>ean ! DERMOT— That I have already taken a step similar to that which you contempl^,te taking to-morrow. . ! iiilMi I io that triotism inspiivB :ive the pi^ceg I 1 called li I have his : to* well,— ider the ea of my It if you parental id, — this ly hauda you will ay body, tan, and rities to tremble r love of it Roger I in such O'O.— What t HaTt ymi than beto merely joking with me this moming f Have mf yean of patience and atri?i&g been crowned with •aooeia 1 Yon hare entered the army t DBRHOT— Yea, I ha?e enrolled myaelf in an army, bat orie Ttatly diffeient tnm that of Ktng William. vO'O.—There b none other. Explain yonraelf. DKBMOT— Tea, there la another and led by a roan gloriona in hia aohie\Tementa, grand in hia aima ; one whoae mighty voice haa awakened the eohoea in onr green iale, and befoie i^hoae advance tyranta fldl back, defeated and diamayed f 0*0 — And what army ia thia of which yon aeem io know ao mneh t What do yoo call tliia valiant aggregation. DKEMOl'~The army of IreUnd II 0*0,-*A rather bigh-aonnding title for a mob ol bnngiy peaaanta ! And who commanda thia army f PKRMOT— One whoae name ia known and revered ever all Ireland- loved by Srin'a lUenda-^feared by her foaa. 00 —Hia name— hia name t DKBMOT— PMriek Saiaaeld i 0'0.-~Yon are miataken, Sarafield has left Ireland, diaguated alike with the land and ita people. # DEBltOT — No ; at the head of hia troopa he ia driving hia enemiea before him, and under hia flub which ia the green banner of Ireland, at leaat one O'Oerman shall be ronud i O'O — Then that one ahall not be of my houae ! You have chosen to diaobey and defy me, (moveB to door) you have compelled me to act, and I atiall act I ' DERMOT — Father, stop and hear me. What will it avail you if your threat ia carried ontf My death would not affect the cauae of my country, but in the future it would occasion you infinite remorse. Oh, my father, forget the past t Throw aside those , terrible years of hatred of Ood and your country. Let the light from above enter your soul, let your own heart assert itself, and then The 0*Gorman shall be true to his race I O'G— Stop I Your words are an inault to me. You have chosen yonr path and I will ohooae mine 1 - {Exit O'GOBMAll). DERMOT — Stern and unyielding as ever ! ITon-success in his efforts to lead me away from every thing I hdd dear baa embittered him, until now be ia capable of patting hia threat into execution. But I ahall not allow him to commit anch a crime. I will save both myaelf and him. {Ahnmk ai the door, ifou my word, we wouM'nt have • bit of Aghtiog to do, bnt hair an hour Ago, onr eolonel eame tearing in iik^ a mad man with t^e glorious newH that we're off to Limerick at seven o'clock to-night: Qive me your hand I {Shake handai. DKRMOT-To Limerick, yon said f HABRY— Yes, oud faith to look at the way yon take it, ope would imagine I had said kutsia ! What Is wro^g, Dersaot t p£KMOT~-I will toll you, for I don't think 1 ever kept a secret froni you yet, for 1 trust you. • HAURY- {Laying hu hand on D's shoulder). Thank yoo,' my hoy^ and yon may coutiune to do so. DERMOT— 1 know it. But eome and sit down. {Take f^>f)j< Matttrs bctrren my father and me have reached a climax. ' Things, as you know, have Itef'U going from bad to worse for some> time aiid a few minutes ago I had an audience with my father. Yon are awarn of his hostility to every thing Irish so 1 need'nt go into that. It is too painfnl a subject. HARRY— 1 know it, my poor fellon and yon have my sympathy. Oo ahead. DERMOT — Up gave me a piece of inielligenoe that, alas t 1 might have expected. He leaves here to-morrow to join the ranks of our enemies. * HARRY— Ha, ha I It has gone so far as that f DERMOT— Yes, and worse still, he has commanded me to follow and do likewise. HARRY— What t Do you mean to say that he wants yon to — Oh confound it ! However, yott did'nt consent, of tourse ? DERMOT— Ko, 1 not only refused, but told liira that I had already enlisted in the Irish army. HARRY— That's right. And what did he say t* that ? DERMOT 0!», hr>w can 1 tell you t But if I stay here another hour the whole county will know it. He is half road, I think, else he would not dream ot handing over his own son to the executioner ! HARRY— My God, O'Oorman I What do you meant Hand you over to the executioner t DERMOT— Yes ; frenzied at hearing vyhit I had done he ^passionately vowed to declare me a rebel, and you knbW what that means. HARHY— Don't I know it I Yes, Ibl' only yestefday poor Tom O'Mahoney was dragged from his house at Cork and hanged like a dog t Quick, let us go— but, man, surely your father wintm«nt as re gania myaolf his rendered him rash onto mttdnfsa.: t • «, • >" ^ Aj^KX-^Well then, we havo not a moment tdlla^' W\mfon night that infamous scobndreT,' Colonel Brcokenridge, the same that ordered the execution of poiiie to me t CASS. -AH ri^ht, air. (MaveB to dooru {Exit 0*0). What'tf wr>>iig with the old boy, I'd like to know ? M» l*>ok8 as if he was about to Hwallow us all ! Bej^orra I'm afruid tliere's trojuble brewio*^ between Mastlier D rmi^ auU his hard-heArted feilier, au' wMst'>l oome of it I don't know. Thete hnve b<>en queer goin's on in this Loose for the last fonuight ; soldiers,- men tluit should never be allowed to darken tlie door of an Irishman— that is iiho's the right kind — have been hob- nobbin' with t lit: utasther, an' knowin' thr man ae I do, f fear there's somethiu' wrong. Sure, on account of what we are, not a one of as wonid be kept in this house a minute, only he can't get any one else — except that oniadbauu of a Frenehmau down stairs, an' he— oh, begorra, he's a beauty ! {Enter DsicnoT). DERMQ,T — Cassidy, do you know where my father is ? C AS8. - Hf^'s in his room, Mabther 1> rraot, but just this niiuute he \told me thiit he do«-8'nt want anyone to disturb him. bBRMOT — {Aff^ving to dt or). 1 must 8«e him and at once. CASS. —Ah, for tiif iove o' God, Masther Dermot, don't go n*»ar him, or hf'U bresk evi-ry bone iu my Iwdy ! DERMGT— Nouber/se mail, I must see him ! CASS — We!l then, wait a minute on* I'll go an' tell him. DERMOT— Very good. . {Exit Cassidy). • Can it be possible that he will jiot see me ? Has he ordered the' servants to refuse me admittance to his presence ? Surely not, and yet it may be so. All love for me, his only son, cannot yet be dead wiihitf him, and he may fmr that my ]»leading will more him in si)ite of himself. {Throws him9elf into a chair). Ak, the futnrc looks dark and threatening My father, the descent dant of the liberty-loving O'Gormaus, has torn tiioiself away from thu traditions of the past, and, may €k),d forgive him! has given himself body and soul to our enemies But I will save him yet, yes, even if I' give my life as a sacrifice ! {Retnter Cassidy). II >'<■■■ aJ DERMOT— WeU ? H« will see me ¥ CASS. — I-^I don't know, but he gare me this for yoa. {Hands note), {AHdf). Begorra, for ten pounds I wonld'ut tell the poor fellow what hii onld onrmndgeon of a father said ! (Oassidt busies himsflf about the room). DERMOT— He refuses to see me ! {Reads note). ** Do not attem^^t to come near me. It ivUl be useless " {Drops no^). At last the chain which hai bound our destinies to ether is broken ! To-morrow my father de|)arts on his raissiou of yengeance upon those who never harated him, and— oh Qod ! the thought is homble. My own father to give me into ahe hands of those who thirst for the blood of every Irishman who is true to his country ! But no, they shall not find me ! I will live to save him who would destroy me. I will live to sav* my father from himself and from the devil that pursues him ! (About to leave). CASS. — Masther Dermot, what is wrong ? DEBMOT- Cassidy, you have always been a faithful fellow and I will tell you My father and I have quarreled and I am going away to-night. His intention is to discharge all his people with the exception of the butler and one or two others. 1 want you to stay here, for you may be of service to me in the future. Will you do this ? CASS.— Will I ? Well such a question ! Sure ye know that I'd go to the end ef the earth for you ! DERMOT— That is settled theu. Good-bye till we meet again. (Aside). My father will rxoi listen to me now, but, he sliall hear my last appeal ! {Exit Dbrmot). CASSIDY — Well, upon my word, but things are lookin' bad. Masther Dermot is goin' away, but it's his ould si oer of a father that's sendin' him off, bad manners to him ! How will i get even with him for packin' us all about our business ? I have it. ! I'll torment him through bis new man — the Frenchman ! {Enter lim). TIM — Micky, me boy, it's all up with us ! CASS. — How do you mean, Tim ? TIM — That long-legged, thick-headed ould divil of a butler has just told me that we're all goin' to be discharged except himself an' the new Frenchman. * CASS — I know that already ; Masther Dermot told me, an' look here Tim, the masther's in an awful way. He told me to let no one go near him aii* only this minute he refused to see his own son. Between you an' me I think he has driven Masther Dermot from the house. LI. i 12 Mi in I away, was thill kin' hew it struck au me Tlif — Yoa dou*t say so ! Faith 1 know there's lome diyilnicnt goin* oq, for he gave me a letter for the commauder of the barracks, hut what it*s about I dont know. I did'nt want to show my face th< re so i sent Fianaagan with it. CASS. — l^ook here Tim, just before ye cuue we'd get even with the ould hSy for drivin' us that we could get at him through the new man. TIM— Who is that j The Frenchman ? CASS. — The very s'amt. TIM — How would you go about it, Micky ? CASS. — Well, ye know yonrpelf that he's as timid as a mouse, an' I think that betw«)en Ciie two of us we can raise a revolution in this very house Whisht ! here he comes. (Enter Bhaujaoques with Jt our sprinkled over his clotfies), BEAU. — Ah, Monsieur Cassidy, I was look lor you over all. CASS.— Ye were lookin' for me overalls ? Begorra ye look as if ye needed a pair ! What has happened to you ? TIM— Faith, Micky, ht 's the flower o'the flock. BEAU.— I was walk on de— what you call — de — de — e^caliers — de stair you know, and I hear one shout, terrible, terrible, and I fall down wit de flour 1 was carry. - CA88.— Ye heard a shout, did you ? BEAU. — Oh, yes, like some one who Wiis murder or soraeting. CASS.— Tim, I'll bet ye anything it was the ghost of poor Mrs. Hoolahan who was murdhered by the M>sther last week because she did'nt cook the dinner right. (Beaujacques begins to tremhk). TIM — I'm sure it was for I've heard her meself. BEAU.— Murder ? You say murder ? CASS. — Yes, of course. Ye see the poor woman was a ne^ hand, an* one day she burned the mate for dinner. The mast her called her up stairs an' says he, *' Mrs. HooUhau, did you cook the dinner to-day ? " " Yes, sir," says she. *' Well," says he, " you're the divil's own cook for the mate is all burned,^' an' with that he picks up a knife from the table, killed her on the spot, an' then sat down an' ate his dinner as cool as ye please. TIM — Yes, indeed ; I saw him do it. BEAU. — Mon Dieu, dis is terrible ! And de law she not hang him for dat ? TIM — Not at all ! Sure a little thing like that is not minded at all, here. Faith an' Mrs. Hoolahan is not the fiist he killed, for he has murdhered eighteen of his servants altog«ther siuce I have been here. BEATJ.— (Tb Cabsidy) Is dat so ? CASS.— Ob, thrue as Gospel! When the masther tells ye to do a 13 nt goin* lit wliat » i 8t;ut in* how uok me le, an* I lis very ). as if ye ers — de il down r Mrs. use she id. an' ler up day ? ** II cook m the fui cool ^ him &t all, le has e. do a thing, an' if ye dont do it right, he'll jnst whip a knife out of his pocket an' kill ye b«'fore ye can say Jack Kobinsoii. BEAU.— Ma foi, dis is frightful ! 1 will go away from dis house, and never come once more. TIM.— Oh, that wouldn't help ye, for it's the same all over Ireland. Sure if ye're not always shoutin' V Goil save the Kiiij;" ye're likely to be murdered at any miniitf in the day or night. BEAU.— Gracious pood n ess ! And when you nay ••God save do King" dey not kill you ? TIM. — Oh, divil the kill, for then they think ye're one of themselves CASS. — Yes, an' theje's another way of apprasin' tlieni, an' that is to shout ** Hurrah for King Bi ly" as loud as ye can . BEAU Hnrrah for King Beely! CASS — Yes •, that'll stop them right off. BEAU. — And you say dat Monsieur O'Goiinan kill seventeen or eighteen peoples ? ' CASS. — As dead as door nails, an' put their bodies into the Cell»r. That's how it is that ye hear groans an' strange noif es wherever y« ji;" through the house. TIM, — W'hist, Micky, I think the masther's comin'. Let us hide. (Tim and Casbidy hiUe under pieces of furniture, leaving Bkau. JACQUES in the middle of the floor). Enter O'Gobman. O'G. — {Looking at Beaujacqubs.) What is the matter with you ? BEAU. — I fall down stairs and spill some Hour on me. , O'G. — You had better go and remove it. But wait— go up stairs and bring me a box you will find in a umall rooin at the end of the corridor. Be quick now. {Exit Be All JACQUES). O'G. sits at a desk.) TIM. — {Fi'orn his hiding-jdace.) Micky, let us have some fun when Mist 'er B< oi jack conies back. CASS- Wh.'it'll wedo? ' TIM. — Oh, we ean lugin by lettiii' a groan or two out of us. {A loud noise us of a large box fallinqdovm ttairs. O'O. rises.) O'G.— AVbat can that^ b ? {P^uUr Bkaujaoques |>ii//mgf a large packing case after him . ) BEAU.- Eb, by ^osh, dis is a heavy box t O'G — What are you doin^ there ? BEAU. — Dis is de box I lihd on de Ieet?e room, uionsienr.. , O'G. — I ^ TIM, — A)i, hsi ha, ha, Micky me boy, hold me sides or I'll burst, upon me word I will. CASS.— Tim,— Ha, ha, ba, will ye tell me how long the new man'll stay here ? Haw, haw, haw. TIM .—Begorra, Micky, I think heUl stay till he gets out of the house, ha, ha, ha. ' CASS.— Hush— somebody's comiuV Ferha|n it's the masther, an' if it is we'd better get out. {Exeunt L. Re-enttr Beaujacques, cautiously ) BEAU.-— Parbleu, I eannot get down on dis side ; dcre is no btairs. What can I do ? {A knock at L. door, Beatjjacqubs trembles, but remains where he is. The knock is repeated . JS'n^er Colonel B reck bkridqk.) COL. — (Looking at Beaujacques.) In the name of Mars, what have we here ? BEAU.— Eh ^ What is dat? . COL.— Is Mr. O'Gorm^in in ? BEAU.— No— dat is— yes— COL. — Well, which is it— yes or bo ? ':. BEAU. — Let me go away ; I want to leave dis house ! COL. — {Barring the tvay.) Wait a minute: I should say that you are a house-breaker ! Where is Mr. O'Gormau f BEAU. — I know not, and I did not break any houses, but if I not go away I will broke mf neck. COL.— Well, if not a thief, what are yau ? Mr O'Gorman's servant f BEAU. — Nq, no, I am netting at all. I oame here for work every day, but I not stay. COL, — However, since you are here will you inform Mr. O'Qorman that Colonel Breckeuridge wishes to see him ? BEAU. — llipsieur O'Ctormau? Ah, no, I not go near Monsieur O'Gormaal if.:;, COL. — You will not go near him ? Why, has he a fever and you are afinaid of infection f BEAU. — No, I not afraid of confection, but I not like to be murder I . COL. — {Aside.) This is either a knave or a fool ; however, I aball huiMirhim. {Aloud) Oh, I don't think Mr. O'Qorman or any one else would kill a man of your calibre. BEAU — Calibre t Calibre I I not know what is calibre, but ha kill da cook. sRsxnpRsnn S6 COL,— H^ what ? ^ * ^ / ^ BEAU. — H« murder de oeok for bum too miioii «fe fneat ! COL. — (Laug^hing and seating himMlf.) Well, well, yoaare a droll fellow. However, you ehoiild not be afraid of Mr. O'Oorman even if he did kill a cook or two. B£A(J.— Oh, he did kill more dan dai. He murder seTenteen or eighteen peopleg I COL.— Dear, oh^ear ! I never thought O'Gormau was (Uoh a blood* thirsty man ! Wlfere did you get all thie iuformation t BEAU — \Puzzled). I have no iuformation. I did not say dat. COL. — 1 mean from whom did yon get this rubbish ? BEAU. — (Looking at his doihes) Ah, dat's not rubbish ; dat's flour. 1 fall down stairs aud dat spill over me. COL. — (Aside). This is a regular simpleton. (Aloud). lj>ok here, my dear fellow, run and tell Mr. O'Gormau tliat I am here. I shall not allow him to hurt you, I assure you. BEAU - All right, iVill go, but if he run after me to kill me, you will wUl say ** Hurrah for King Billy," ah f COL.— What is that you say ? BEAU. — I say if ho want to kill me you will say ** Hurrah for Kiog Billy ? " COL —(Rising). How dare you s|)eak so disrespectfully of the King t (Tim and Cassidy appear at 1 door). B£AU. — I not say any harm ! COL.— No harm ! Do you consider it proper to apply the name of ** Billy " to the King of England ? Aixilogize ! Apologiee, sir I (Lays hand on sword). BEAU. — (falling on his knees). Ah, forgive me ! Ood save de King i Hurrah for King Billy 1 COL. — You dare to reyte&t the iniult ? BEAU. — God save de King ! God save de King ! Hurrah for King Billy ! COL —{Ab%>ut to draw sword). Another word and I BhaW— (aside) but pshaw ! What am I doing T This is only a poor idiot who does not know what he is saying. (Aloud) Rise ; 1 will not harm you. Beau. — (Rising). Ah, le bon Dieu 1 Dat is twice doBe words save my lifn ! Ma foi, but Monsieur Brannigan and Monsieur Cassidy ace very clever peoples ! COL. — Lisieu to me my dear fellow : I would advise you to drcm the name of Billy whou si>eaking of tbe King. ** Hurrah for King Billy *' suits the Irish very »\'«U, but **God save the King" better agrees with the ear^f a soldief. Get along now and tell Mr. O^Goraian I miA. to see him. , ■• •■.-■■..;,.. BEAU. --Ah, yes, 1 will go. (Mows to door). Kow I -ojideiinMid. , ..-* ' 17 t« t9 a droU iren if he snteeu or I a blood- iat. h ; dat's ook hore, shall not jr me, you »vj;," / ■ for KiDg iie Kitig ! name of ! (Lays safe de for King —{aside) irho does ^ow. >rd8 save sidy are Irtm the Bi% " yes with ih toaea er^tMad. Hurrah for King Billy " is for de Irish, and *• Qod save de King " is for de soldiers. Ah, yes. {He is about to go out when Cassidt and Tim give utterance to a moan , and shut the door.) ; « ■•#» "* J ' • . ^ ' Oh, le boo ciel ! Dare it is again ! You not hear it f COL. —I heard something like a moan. {Looking around). What is it ? BhiAU.— Ah, dont speak loud ! Dat is Madame Uoolahan ! GOL.— Where is she ? Is she ill ? BEAU— Ah no, she is dead I COL.— Dead ! Why, man, if she were dead she would be unable to utter a sound ! {Enter O'Gorman R. door.) BEAU. — Yes, b it she was murder ! She was kill by Monsieur O'Gorman I 0'G.-:What is that fellow saying, Colonel ? • *^ OOL. — Upon my word he has said that you have murdered a Madame Hoolahan ! O'G. — {To Bjsau.) How dare you say such things, you scoundrel ! BEAU. — Ah, Monsieur O'Gorman, forgive me ! Hurrah for King IJ1II3 ! VOL.— {To Beau.) Did I not tell vou not to speuk those words, you rascal^ ! BEAU —(7'o os8ible! Where is your 'son ? . O'G.— My son I What of him ? ^1 h!- in- i -4 • 1 ■ . i8 * COL. — Now, O'Gonnaii, bat for my penonal knowldege of both your- self and your feelings for the Irish, the news I have heard woald compel me to look upon you as a traitor to the King 1 O'Q. — Colonel Breckenridge, you forget yourself! COL.— Nonsense, man — let me explain. When in the City of Cork the other day, one of our secret agents informed me that De! mot, son of Roger O'Aormsn, had raised a eompany of Irishmen, which company, with others, amounting in all to a ftill regiment, is to advance to the occupation of Limerick. I can see by your face that yon are sstonished. 0*0, — Astoniohed ! I am bewildered ! COL. — I am not the least surprised that he should have done this but that he could accomplish it without your knowlenge is something I cannot understand. However, the harm is done, and we shall have 1o put up with it. O'G. — Then I tell you that we shall not ! Colonel, this morning, I had a talk with him. I urged him to link himself with me in the service of the King, but he refused, openly defied me, and boasted of tbe^ fact that«he had already joined what he calls the army of Ireland. COL. — And he has done so with a vengeance for he is already a captain under the seal aud authoiity of l*atrick 8ftrHfield, Eirl of Lucan. O'G. — Then he shall meet his doom — the doom of a rcbfl ! In the hope of coercing Mm to obedience, I decided to cause his arrest, feeling that such a course would subdue liim, and now nothing shall save him ! {Rings bell). COL. — What are you about to do ? ' O'G. — To summon him to our presence. {Enter Cassidt). Cassidy, tell my son that I wish to see him . CaSS. — Yes, sir. {Aside.) Begorra, the boy is out of harm's way an' the divil himself couldn't catch him. * Eodt Cassidy, O'G. — I expect a squad to arrive at any moment, for I have sent an urgent message to the barracks. COL. — O'Gorman, remember that the boy is your son, 0*G. — I can remember nothing — nothing but the fact that he has cast aside my authority, that he has leagued himself with the people I detest, the people"! have sworn to destroy, and he shall be the first to fall ! COL. — Perhaps you are right. Of course such a proceeding on your part will set matters right at headquarters, where, to say the least, you are looked upon with suspicion. {Re-enter Cassidy.) CA8S.~-( To 0*GoRiiAN.) Mafither Dermot is out, sir. fite went away on horse^back some time ago. both yoQf aid compel ty of Cork aot, ton of company, mce to the astonished. le this but oDiething I all have 1o moruing, I me in the Asted of U^e^ and. iy a captain I ! In the "est, feeling save him ! larm's way kve sent an he has cast le I detest, > fall ! ng on your least, you Ae went 19 O'G.— What? He is gone? Why did I not foresee thiat {To CAS8IDT.), You may go. {Exit CjjminY,) COL —How will you proceed under the oironmitanoea t ^ O'Q.— I shall await the arrival of the soldiere, and then, if Dermot O'Gorman be upon this earth, he shall be found I COL.— Hark ! What is that ? ( The tune " Oarryomn" is heard «t if at some dittancef and gradually it becomes fainter and finally ceases. At the first sound of the music, the Colonel and O'Goeman step to the window,and Cassidy appears at the door. COL. — What does this mean ? A body of troops wearing a green uniform ! C Ana. —{Aside.) Faith it means that you an' the like of you will soon have your work cut out for you ! COL. — They march like well- drilled troops f . CASS, — {Aside). Why would'nt they ? Sure thev are Irishmen. COL —Look I look ! 8ee them wheel I CASS. — (Aside). Begorra they'll make you wheel by an' by, COL.— They move in an easterly direction. O'Gorman, these are the fellows who are off to Limerick ! CASS —{Aside). Faith yer right, an' God help the King's throops when they get there. {Exit Cassidy). COL — {Wheeling). But they shall- never reach their destination I O'Gormau, i must leave at once. I shall order an immediate pursuit — the devii ! What am I thinking of! My regiment will not arrive for a couple of hours, for I rode ahead in my anxiety to see yon, and there is but a handrul of men in the barracks ! What shall I do ? {A loud knock at the door. Enter Ssrokant Blakbly). ^^ViQf.— {Saluting). Mr. O'Gorman, I await your orders. O'G.— Ha, the sergeant from the barracks 1 Sergeant the bird has flown ! Did you see a body of Irish troops on your way hither f S£RG. — I did, sir, but kept out of their way for I have only two men with me. O'G.— (To the Colonbl). What can we do ! He will soon be out of our power. No doubt he is with those fellows, and is now on his way to Limerick. COL. — {To Sergeant). Sergeant, how many men are at the barracks ? SERG. — One hundred and twenty, sir. COL. — Curse it I And 'those fellows are fully a thousand strong. Hist I Vy^hat is that ? {A commotion outside), SOLDIER'S VOICE-Halt, rebel ! • • ■ i! 20 DERMOT— ( Who is in uniform, ontfride). Get out of my way I • {More noise, and enter Dkrmot, hurriedly. At first he sees only ^ O'GOKMAN). ,DKKMOT— Father, I hafe oome to make a last apiieal (Sees the Colonel and Srroeant and stops short). 0*0.— (2'o Dbkmot). You have arrived just iu tim« ! Sfrgoaiit, there is the rebel ! i (Enter Two Soldi hu8). '8ERG,— (To Dbbmot). I arrest you in the name of the King ! {To Soldiers). Meo, seize him ! {A SoLDiRR stands on either side of Dibriiot). DERMOT— Father, I fear not death «ven if it were before me, but my heart bleeds when 1 see you in league with the enemies of qiir country, * you who should be oue of the first to draw your swora in her defence ! 0*G— Away with Mm ! - 4^,,; i . , DERMOT— Father, hear me — {SohmRns force him to R). 0*G.— JN^ot & word ! You have chosen to defy me, to langh at miy authority, and now you understand that I can force obedience to my commands ! But I shall gi\e yon a last chance to save yourself. Abjure the cause you have espoused, swear allegiance to the King of England, and you shall be pardoned t • DERMOT — And be false to myself— false to honor and to manhood ! Swear allegiance to a King who persecutes us, and whose hands are red with the blood of my oountrymcn ! Never ! O'G. — Hesitate ! Death is before you ! Tear off those green rags — - DERMOT—Those green rags as you term them are the ba.lges of freedom, for beneath every green coat beats the heart of a man and a patriot, each one of whom is ready and willing to die in defence of the green flag that Waves above him I {A few bars of the " Wearing of the green " which at first sound faint, hut gat> er strength as the players appear to come nearer). iSOh.— {At the window). What is this? Irish soldiers approaching ! O'G.— (2b t/te TWO SOLDIERS). Quick! This way ! {About to move to L. door). DERMOT— Father, desist in your endeavors, they are useless O'G— (7b SOLDIERS.) Did you not hear m» ? Drag him along I {A loud clieer is heard outside ) A.. VOICE— Now toys, three cheers for Captain Harry Nugent, {Re- newed cheering. Soldibrs endeavor to force Dermot to L. E-nter H A»»v NupBNT i« awi/orm. ay I ant, there ng ! {To e, but my r country, ifeuce ! 21 ■ HK.HHY —{Swrpritetl at wJtat lu net.) O'Gonna'n a prisoner? {Dravm hintivorfi.) Uuhand him yon sooond rein ! (8oldike8 r«/pmg Utweeu the ColoneIi and NuoaHT.) Nugent, staud l>ack ! It is 1 who must face this man ? HARKY -Faith you'll not ? Ho, th^ra men. {Enter. Fouk Irish So ldibrs,) Cover these fellows, my lads I Colonel Breckenridge, one movemeiht and I shall ^ive the order tu fire I {Enter Tin and Caasidt.] 0A8S —That's right, mo boys f More power to yer elbows I TIM, — (Looking towards ttie door J.) Boys, three cheers for Masihar Dermot and Captain Nugei t ! Hip, hip, hip, hurrah I (Dbrmot stands at though making a mute appeal to O'Qoehan.) CURTAIN. igh at my [ice to my l^f. Abjure Kugiaud, nanhoad I Is are red II rags ba.iges of nan and a ice of the und faint f er). »roaching ! IS — — oug! {A ent. {Rc' L. Enter AOT II. SCENE" A FoROR in the Forest.. A portable forge nitk necessary tools, together with several pikes or spears. Barkbt and Dan discovered, the former working the bellows while he sings : BAR.— (4/'<! the Ye CASS, hope ? BAB. — Is it Micky Cassidy ? And Tim Brannigan an' the rest of the boys ? Where did ye come from ? CAHS.-^Ah, we were just havin' a look around an' we stumbled across ye* An' is it here ye've moved yer shop ? BAR. — Aye, faith, for the soldiers interfered with us too much in town, an* it's out here we've come so as to be beyond their reach, see, making pikes, at the present time, is a dangerous trade. <^^S3^— .Indeed an' it is, but sure that gives a relish to the work. TIM. — Ah, Barney, have ye heard the news from Cork ? BAR.— No, Tim, but I hope it's good ? TIM. — Good ! Begorra it's the best I've heard for a long time. Ould Breckenridge has been defeated and driven out of the city, as' in the whole place there's not a single King's soldier to be found I BAR.—BuUy for you, good old rebel Cork ! CASS.— -Yes, an* I have more news for you. You know young Der- mot O'Gorman that joined the Irish army about two weeks ago f BAB.— Do I know him ? Of course 1 do, an' a better lad never wore shoe-lei^her I CASS.~- Well, he was on the maroh to Limeridc with the rett of his w now. w ther0 ipoilin* >n good ;he beat. lUhoQgh me Tom d*at the me kind irymen'd : ie, for I 'nt be of Ve Irigh- s to Blap mr hand, a kickia* work to- kiekiD** I ist of the led across ;h in the ^ch. Ye rork. le. Ould I* in the [nng Der- iver wore It of his 23 regiment, when they met with a large body of the enemy. There was a mnidherin' big fight, an' onr boys were beginnin' to giro way, an' to make matters worse, the Irir*: Co* >nel was stmok by a ball an* killed. That seemed to take the heart ont of our follows, bnt there wns somebody willin' an' able totAothe Colonel's place. Now, I have this froai-an eye-witness. Ab I t«as sayin', the Irish beflan to give way, when ont jumped Gaptain Dermot O'Qorman an' says no at the top of his Toioe, *' Irishmen, are ye goin' to fall back before eveu twice yer number f ' an' grabbin' hold of a flag, he pointed to it with his sword an' shouted, ** Whoever deserts this flag is no longer an irishman I" Begorra the boys stopped retreatiu* an' looked at him. Me sa v he had them,-sai^ys he again, < Men of Ireland, this is your first battle an' it must be won ; follow me an' it shall be won 1" Faith, that settled it, an' in htlf "an hour it was won. BAR —More power to his elbow ! Yes, he's a fine young follow, an' it's a great pity his father isn't like him Did ye hear anything of old O'Qorman ! CASS.— Yes, may the divil fly away with him ! The auld haytU^ish Turk hasfione ofi* with Colonel Bteckenridge, an' they've made a major out of him for his treaohery. Barney ye've quite a stock of pikeslicffe I see. (Examines one.) Begorra, but isn't that a fine instrument ! Boys, look at that J , Did ye ever see anything like it ? ., TIM.— Oil, Micky, that remiuds me — d'ye remember the sons ye UKed to sing down at Terry's when all tho boys'd join in the choruH? Let us have it man. It's the very thing for the present time. ALL— Yes. "Micky, out with out ! C.\S8.— Well, I'll try, if you boys'll give me a hand with it 1 ALL— We will, Micky, we will. He nngs. After the song^ enter Serokant Blakely ivearing a long coat which cover* his uniform. He enters whistling * Si Patrick's Day " CASS. — Who have we here, Barney ? .^^ BAH. — The divil a know 1 know. BLAKELY— ( With a brogue.) The top of tlie moruiu' to ye, boys. BAR. — The same to you. A fine day, isn't it ? BLAKEILY— It is a splendid day. (Looks around.) Ah, me boys, 1 see that ye're gettiu' ready for tho enemy. What a fine lot pf pibjefi je have ! '.^ CASS —(Aside, to Tim ) Tim, 1 don't think thut fellow is what he pretends to be. BAK.— (To RTiAkKLY.) Yes, we're kept pretty busy. BLAKELY.— What's the news from Limerick, d'ye know ? BAR.— Oh, faith the boys are doin' fine. hLAKEhY ^(Aside.) I have dropped into a rebel nest I (J/otia.) Ah, sure the King's troops have no chance at all with our boys 1 24 ^' ^AR, — Throe for yon, thrne for yoa. GAii&,-—( Aside, to Tim.) Tim, my boy, I'm goin* to make an investi- gation. (To Bar.) Barney, when our friend here was comin' along a moment a^, he was whistlin' a tune that madje me feel like havin' a dance. {To Blakbly.) Miuther— uisther — * BLAKELY — Larry Power, at yer service. CABS. — WeM, EAisther Power, a man that can whistle as yoa did^ can . dance an Irish jig, an' I'm goin' to challenge ye now to see who can keep up the longest. ^Aside.) If he can' t dance an Irish jig me sus- picions are right. BLAKELy! — Upon me word ye jmust excuse me, for I'm not much of a dancer. CASS. — Nonsense, man, of course ye can dance. But where'll we get the music ? / TIM.— Faith an' that's easily settled, for Rory Maguire here always carries his flute with him. Have ye yer flute, Rory ? RORY.— (A Peasant.) I have, I have. TIlif . — That's right. Now up with au Irish jig for these two boys, an' we'll see which b the best at it. BLAKELY — Really, me friend, I'd rather ye'd thry with some of these ladb, for I have'nt danced these five years, an' besides I'm a bit stiff with tlt«Mha, now, o* that ;gon an' kin the ■R, R.) S£liQ.— Get behind this tree, and wait till they get abreast of us. Are your companions below f SOLDI BR— Yes, I left three of them there. Take care ! Now is our time i {ExeufU Sbrqbant and Soldiir L. Re-enter Ba^rnky, Gassidt, Tim and the Pbasants, together with two more of the latter), GONSIDINE— Baraey O'Reilly divil another load of pikes will I come for if ye can't give us better nmds. My ould mule even is kickin' against them, an' when that mule begins to kick, 1 tell ye he kicks. Have you the pikes ready for us ? BAR. — 1 have Tommy, but never mind them just now. Sit down an' rest yourself . {One of the nevHsomersi Flynn, throws himself on the ground), GONSIDINE— (//igf/ittnfl? hit pipe). Look at Paddy Flyun, ' Pon me word he's thi lasiest man in all Ireland. Whenever he gets the chanoiB he'll lie down au' take a sleep. GAHS. — That may bo so Tom, but he's a fine boy to sing a song. Get up Paddy, an' let us have your old favorite. . (Flynn Sings), GONSIDINE — Paddy me boy, no one can sing that song like yerself. {Looks L«). Hi 1 What are ye doiu' therA ? Leave that mule alone ! Leave him alone d'ye hear ! The divil take the fellow, the mule'll kick the head off him ! Whoa, there I {Runs out L.). G ASS. -What is wrong ? Who is it ? Oh be the powers if it is'nt Bootjack ! (Re-enter Gonsidinb with Beaujacques a prisoner.) GONSIDINE— <2'o BmaujacquAs.) Whoare ye, an' what d'ye mean by ticklin' that mule in the hind Ilgs ? BEAU. — I not kick de mule in de hind legs ! CASS. — Misther Bootjack, how are ye ! BEAU.— Ah, Monsieur Gassidy, is dat you ? And Monsieur Bran- uigau, too t GONSIDINE.— What is it, Micky ? Ck^.— {Aside ) A poor divil that used to be down at O'Gorman's, an' he's the great^t coward in the world. Begorra, we'll have some fun with him. BEAU. — Ah, Monsieur Gassidy, you make to me a mistake when you tell it to say " Ood save de King." Ah, dat God save de King give me plenty trouble. GASS.— How was that 1 - m ill 18 BEAU. — Well, when I tell it to Monsieur CGormao, God save de King, he cal^ me one damfool, an* when I say hurrah for King Billy to de soldier, he want to kill me. Ah, dare is |9om eting wrong wit dat King. 0ON8IDINE— Micky, what does he mean ? CASS.— Oh, Tim an' I just played a trick on him, an' it has worked like a charm. {To Bbaujaoquks.) Look here, me friend, ye miist have made a mistake. Ye did'nt say God aare the King in the rijght way I'm sure. BEAU.— Ah, yes, I say it correct, but I not say it apy more. When a man she get angry wit. me 1 will say, "to de dayvil wit de King !" and perhaps dat V)e better. CASS —{Aside.) Boys, let us have tome fun. We'll havfl a drill with the pikes. Come on evory man of ye an* gel one in yer haid. {Aloud.) Misther Bootjack, did you ever drill with a pike ? {All procure pikf 8) BEAU. —Drill wit a pike ? I not know what it is. (jASS. Well, IMl show ye. Line up there, boyH. {All stand in a row. Cassipy hands a pike to Bkaujacquks.) Htre, take this in yer hand an' stand ov^r here. {Places him at the end of the row ) Now, when 1 say "attention" ye must look at me ; now^altention ! — that's j.jalit ;— slwuli'er arms — (Bbaujacque« joZaefs tlie end of the pike on h%s shoulder in a perpendicular position ) Hold on there Misther Bootjack— why don't ye follow the other boys ? BEAU— Follow de boys ! Dey are not going away ! tlASS —1 mean to do as ye see them doiu'. BEAU.— How can 1 see dem when you say I must look at you ? CASS. — Ah, 1 see I'll have to give ye a lesson all to yerself . Step over hen: an' we'll have a little practice. Stand right there now, an' v.hen I say right loot, ye must lift yer right, and when it's lefc foot, lift the left. BEAU— Lift, left, lift de left foot ! What are you talking about ? I not understand. CASS.— Why, it's very simple. When I say right foot, y«'ll lift that one, J'lt' when I say lef^ foot, ye'U lift the other. Try again. Kight foot . ^liii lU lifts the right and keeps it Hiere) Left foot. BEAU— Hi.w de dayvil can 1 liftde left foot ? Dat's all I have for stand ou ! (i^g};;;, — Arrah, man, put down yer right, an' don't be standin' like a hen on a hot griddle !— That's right. Now, dress up ! BEAU— Eh? CASS.— Dress up, I say. BEAU.— By gosh, I got all nyr clothes on! I not put Any ««re dress, % 19 CASS— Oh dear, oh dear, i'tl never be ii^l« to make a soldier out of ye i Here, pt . yer pike under yer aim. Thia way. {Showing Hm how to doit.) Now when I aay ** ready" juat act aa if there waa mi euemy iu front of ye. Pay attention now. Beady !. (Rbaujacquba charges at CAasi^Y, knocking him over, then runs at the others,). ALL.— Hold on there ! Hold on ! CASS.— Who the divil told ye to do that, ye omadhawn 9 BKAU. — You tell it tome to do Joat do sauM) aa if de enamy waa dere and dat'a what I do. CASS.— Begorra then ye don't need any mone teachin' from me, for ye know already how to kill a man withont driiliu' at all. To the divil with the drill ! (^ome on boys an' let us have a dance. tii fe. {They dance ar, Irish reel.) ' . CASS. — {After the dance ) Oh, boys, w(^ were forgettin' all about our prisoner ! - CONS.- A prisoner, Mieky ? CASS. — Yea, Tommy ; sure we captured a fellow that wae pUyin the "spy, an' we put him into %he oabiu above, till you'd come ttp anStake him away with ye. CONS. — Then let us go up an* bring hiui down. ' {All go out R f vriih the exception of Babhrt*, Dan, Tim Bbaujacques.) BAR. — Faith the boys '11 be waudn'« load of pikes when they eome baek I must see about them. {Enter L. Sergeant Blakely and thrie soldIers. The latter level • their rifles.) _*ij.**^ -h*» < i BLAKE. — Surrender, in the name of the King ! ' BEAU. - -To de day vil wit po8itive. We'll take these fellows below and lie in wait for O'Qori man. We have our orders to capture him and it must be doite. {Alottdp to Tim.) Whert^ are your companions ? TIM— Gone fishin'. {Aside), H^w the divil did this fellow escape I BLAKE.— Ready, men I Conduct these fellows below. (To the others), Fallmthwel March 1 f^ m j^Mxeunth. Enter B. Gassipy and the rest), CA*S8. — ^There's Biftkely, and lie lias captured the boys we 'left behind f Quiclr, get yer pikes I (Each procures a pike). Now, down on them i {Exeant L. dashing of arms and all re-enter, the soldiers in custody and deprived of their arms, (Jassidy carries the Hbroiant's sv)ord), BEAu. — fiiiltes tonneres! Dis is too much for me. I get uotting but trouble on his coorintry, and if I stay one day more you can say dat Beaujacques is one grand Ion ! To the dayvil wit de King — to de dayvil wit every ting < Vive la France ! . ; {Runs owt R.). CASS— ((To Blakely.) So ye thought ye'd get the better of us, eh ? TIM.. — I Aside to Cabs.) Micky, he was after Captain Dermot to cap. ture himf' ^ < CASS.— (jTo Blakely ) Oh, ho ! So ye were after bigger game when ye came across us ? Who gave ye the order to capture Dermot O'Qnrmau f BLAKE.^That is my affiir. CASS.— We'll see about that. Boys, take yer prisoners off with ye. (JSVi^^r I4. Deiimot and some Soldiers.) CA8S.--0h, here comes Captain Dermot himself ! DEKMOT— (To his men). Halt ! Cassidy, what means this? You have taken same prisoners ? CASS —Faith we did captain, an' rascally prisoners too, for Sergeant Blakely there had been sent out to capture you, but instead he got caught himself. s. DERMOT — Sergeant Bakely, you have heard the accusation brought against you 1 BLAKE.— I do, and it is true. DERMOT— Very good. You have endeavored to effect my capture, but, y{tt«,w«l« merely acting under the orders of your superior. 1 not only forgive you, but will also repay you for a recent kindly act on your part^jMid which 1, as an Irishman, am bouad to requite. Cassidy, restore f*»'*45' arms to thess men. , ' w.,];if hat, captain ! Is this the way ye treat people who want V^WT^f .— Poas I tell you, Cassidy. C-ysip'^iside-) ■ He has lost his senses. (Aloud,) Boys, give em bii^iB' ^**^ii^g*^QB — Captain Dermot must be obeyed. ' {They restore the arms^ DfiBMOT.— (To Cassidy.) To whom does that swori belong I 31 CA8S — Faith it's the sergeant's I DERMOT.-Give it to m*'. {To Blakely ) Sergeant Blakely, a few daj'8 ogo some English snidirrs c&^inred a few of our Irish people— old men and helpless women nnd children They were abont toill-u^o their Erisoners when yon interfered and diew your sword in defence of the apless creatnres. I wish to express my gratitude for youp manly act, and thus I do it. Take back the sword that was drawn in defence of the helpless. {Taking the sword) BLAKE.— CaDtain O'Gorman, yon have spoken the tinth. This sword has been drawn to protect women and childr* n, but it has also been nned ngninst Irish patriots — men smh as yon have proved yourself to be. I will not be ont-done in generosity, and from this moment I cast aside my eword, aud shall not take it np again while there is to be found, under the battle fl«g of Ireland, a soldier ag generous and as truly noble as Captain Dermot O'Gorman I {Throws aside his sword. Dermot grasps his hand.) ACT III. SCENE— ^n Irish Sentinel discovered vmlking to and fro. Enter Nugent R. The sentinel halls and salutes. NUGENT— Well. Kory, no sign of the enemy ? SENT. — No, Captain, although aft'W moments ago I thought 1 heard a s^und of galloping hors<'8, but I must have been wrong, for all is still. NUGENT— We must be very careful, for the King's troc»ps hold possession of this part of the country. Hist ! What is tha{ ! (Both listen ) SENT — I hear nothing NUGENT— I must have been mistaken, but I thought I heard hoof- beats in the distance ! Advance about a hundred yards, and should yon hear any suspicious sounds report at once to me. ,9ENT.— Yes, Captain. ' (Salute and exit h. J57rieer Dkhmot, R ) NUGENT— Dermot, my boy, I think we shall have to press forward to Limerick without our night's rest, DERMOT— Why so? NUGENT— I may be wrong, but I think that a body of horse is not far from where \vc stand. I have sent Rory Magnire to reconnoitre, and we shall soon learn whether I am right or wrong. DERMOT— We are certainly in the midst of danger, but such is the lot of a soldier in time of war (Takes papers from his pocket). Nngent, these are the despatches of which I waa speaking this morning. X 3« I SOW Mk you to take charge of them for delirery into the handa of the gOTernor of Limerick. NCGENT — 1 take charge of them ! Why, man, wh^ do you mean t DERMOT — 1 do not know whether or not you will laugh at me, but --NugeDt, I am not myself to-night. A. presentiment, dark and forbid- ding hang^ over my spirits like a cloud. I feel that some dread fate is about to overtake me. NUGENT— Tut, tut^ maul You must throw off this feeling of gloom. Trouble of any kind is bad enough when it comeH, but its fancied approach is often worse than the evil ilself. DEUMOT— I know it, b«it try as I may I cannot rid myself of the weight whioh opprtsses me. You are aware that Colonel Br«>ckeiiridge is marching to Limerick ? N UGENT— I am. What of him ? DERMOT — Nothing, but my father is with him. My father, Roger O'Gorman, is now ai; officer in the army of the King who has sworn the destruction of Irish freedom, and whose guns are even now trained UfK>n the devoted walls ol Limerick ! NUGENT — Yes, but even your father's deplorable conduct should not dampen the order of his son, or bring despuir to his heart. Cheer up O'Gorman ; matters are not as- bad as they might be, and again, there is a^ chance thut your father may see the error of his ways, and repair them. ^ DERMOT— Yes, but who will guarantee his safety ? Who is it that has said, " Thus fur sha't ihou go but no farther " ? Ah, Nugent, while my father is aiding our enemies in the siege of Limerick, he may he struck by the hand of death, and loaded with sin, be hurried before his Maker, that Gotl whom he has denied ! NUGENT. — O'Gorman, that G . bable scene of action ; but, thanks to our trusty guide, who knows every rod of the country, we shall arrive in time to effect f^e destruction of the train upon jvhich the King depends for the capture of Limerick, yes, and for the slaughter of the brave fellows who are so nobly defend, ing the town they love so well. DERMOT — General, may I — may we accompany you and share the danger and the glory of this night's work t SARS. — Nay, that cannot be, for upon the despatch which I have given you depends the safety of the gallant fellows under my command, for if help reach us not, our return journey may prove our last (7Wn« to NuQBNT.) Captain, I have also a task for you. (Oives a paper.) Press forward with all speed to Ballyneety aud place this in the bauds of Colonel O'Grady. NUGENT — General, is it your intention to capture the battering train and ammunition for use in the defence of Limerick ? SARS. — No. Did we but capture it, we should lose it again, for our prize could not be defended against the hosts that would overwhelm us ere we reached the town . No ; we shall apply the match ; we shall destroy both guns and ammunition, and the shock of the explosion will oarry dismay to Ireland's enemies and joy to the hearts of the brave de- fenders of Limerick. {Moves to L ) DERMOT— May Heaven grant you victory, General ! SARS. — Aye, may the God of battle strengthen our arms this night for upon the success of our mission depends the fate of Limerick ! Hastes, my friends, to exeoateyoor respective tasks and God be with you. * 35 Exit L. followed by Dcrmot, Ndobnt and Hooak. Enler M. an English Soldier. Hf move» stealthily to Cintbe and looks L. 80LDIEK.— There are but three or four? Who is it that monntt the white horse I A person of rank I shoold lay. {Sound of footsteps, R.) Ah, who comes now f (He hides. Enter R., Casiidy and Tim in uniform,) 0A8S.--Well, Tim, my boy, I thiuk we'll be off to Limeriok very 800U. The oaptaiu has a whole arm Aill of despatches an' ordhen for the Govenior, an' its very little sleep we'll get to-night an' I'm sorry for it, for I'm as sleepy as a porpoise. TIM. — Faith an Micky I'm very glad of it, for I don't like the place we're in. Only a few minntes ago 1 thought I saw something movin' over by tlie bush, but when I came up to the place I could'nt see any- thing CASS.— Indeed an' ye did'nt, for there was nothin' to see. I wonder where the two captains are gone to ? TIM— 1 don't know. They were herd a few minutes ago talkin' to somebody. . ^ . * (The solp/IeA w rear lights a wax taper and, affixing it to the point of his bayonet, holds it high in the air. ) CASS— Ah, Tim, we'll have fine limes when we get into Limerick. Nothin' to do all day but fight from mornin' till night TIM— Whisht, Micky I Did ye hear anything ? CASS. — Not a sound, Tim. TIM -Faith an' I did. (Turns and sees the soldier, who advances and levels his rifle), SOLDIER— If you stir a foot I shall fire I CASS. Then ye need'nt for sorra a foot we'll stir. (Aside). Tim, ye divil, where'a yer gun ? SOLDIER — Who is the man you spoke of just now as being the bearer ot despatches for the Governor of Limerick f CASS.— Faith I don't know what yer talkin' about. {Aside). Tim, we must get that gun I SOLDIER — I shall give you jup' thirty seconds to answer me. Who carries the despatches to Limerick i CASS. — Begorra I can't hear a word ye say. Speak louder. (Aside), Tim, I'll ate me coat if we dont get that gun. Get up there a bit. (Tim moves a little to R.), SOLDIER— (To Tim). Halt, or I fire I 5 36 CASS.— Soldier, for the Lord'« take Mon't kill the boy— he's only a f90T half witted idiot I H(giDl£K— Perhaps he has more sense than you possesii. (To Tim. ) Answer me, fellow— your life depends upon it t Where are the de- patches ? im. -(Idiotically.) Eh f SOLDI Eli— Cenfound the pair of you ? Answer me (Nryou die I TIM. — Were ye speakin' to me ? SOLDIER —Quick— I will count five— one— two— CASS. — Hold on, Misther Soldier, what is it ye want to know ? {Adde.) Tim, we're in a tight place, but ym'W get that gun ! SOLDIER —I'll give you another ohanoe. Hurry up— one — two«~ QASH.—iAftide,) Be ready now Tim, be ready ! SOLDIER.— Three— four— CASH^ -{Holding vp his hand at an imaginary person, L.) Stop, Paddy i For God's* sake don't kill him like that ! Stop, I tell ye t (The SOLDIER turns quickly to see wh^ce the danger comei). CASS.— Now, Tim, jump oia Kim'! (Tim rushes upon tlie soldier ar?ri snatefies the rifle from his hands), TllA.— (Leveling rifle). Answer me I Who oarriea> the despatches to Limerick ? (Mimicking tlie soldier). CASS. — Misther Soldier, the tables are turued on ye. Now it's our turn an' we'll give ye just thirty seconds to answer a question. Who were ye makiu' the signal to f SOLDIER.— You will soon know. CASS.— Tim, is the thriggor ol the gun up ? TIM— It 18 Micky. CASS.— (To soldier.) Go on now, answer me ; (solemnly) your life depends upon it 1 SOLDIER.— Shoot if you will, but let me tell you that others will avenge my death 1 CASS.— Shoot ye, is it ? Shoot a man that can't defend himself? No, Misther Sassenach Soldier, we're too Irish for that ! Tim, me boy, keep him under yer thumb till I find the Captain. (About to go out L. JSound of marching heard. Looks to It.) What is that ? Tlie enemy. My God ! Where is Captain O'Gorman ? (Enter Dbrmot and Nuobnt L. Cassidv addresses Dkbmot.) Oajitsin, jump on yer horse an' fly for yer life I The enemy is upon stop. 17 DERMOT—( Pu/rtn^ hit hrnd to hin breast) Gwat HMren, the despatches 1 Sarstield ! 0AS8. — Qaiok, Captain, quick, or it'll be too lato I DERU.OT.— {Taking the Uettpatrhcn from his pocket )— Nugent, mount your horve and away with these despatches t There is time yet to escape ? ' ' NUGENT.— And \v\vd yon in the hands of the enemy I Never I If we must die we shall die together ! (Draws his simrd ) DEllMOT.— Go, Nugent, for God's sake. Go I NUGENT.— Not if you sUy behind I DEHMOT,— I must stay to put the ene-^y off the track. Sarsfi«*M's safety and success are worth more than my life t (Sound of marching increases in mlume. ) CASS. — Quick, Captain, for Heaven's sake t NUGENT— (7\) Dermot) I cannot leave you thus I DERMOT:— You must, for all is lost if the despatches fall into the hands of the enemy ! (Hands the despatclies). Quick, if you love Ireland and SarsfieJd 1 NUGENT— Then, in the name of Ireland and Sarsfield I obey, but, Dermot, 1 will save you yet ( (Takes the despatclies and exit L. Enter O'Gohman and some BOLD1BH8, R). O'G.— Surrender, rebels ! DKRMOT— (yl.?i(is to acknow- ledge his supremacy ! But enough of this — 1 am wasting timf». (Turns to B.) Corporal Diugley ! {Ent T DiNGLlY.) Did you leain anything from the rebels before we arrived" ? DING. -Yes. Major ; I overheard one of them state tUat a captain was tho bearer of despatches for the Governor of Limerick. O'G.— What captain? DING. — I didn't hear the name, sir O'G.— Anything else ? DING. — When I arrived fiome person was in the acfof mounting his horse, but I was too late to catch a glimpse of his face;. O'G. — That will do. You may retire. < Exit DiNGLRY R.) DERMOT.— (4«id6 ) I. thank God that he did not see his face ! 0*G.— (To Dbemot.) I have only a few questions toapk but they are of great import. Who is the bearer of the despatches in question ? DERMOT— 1 refuse to answer. O'G. — Have you any knowledge of such despatches ! DERMOT— i know that they exist. O'G. — And you refuse to name the bearer ? DERMOT.— Yes, I refuse. O'G. — Perimps you are the man ! DERMOT — They were placed in my hands one hour ago. O'G. — Then I ordtsr you to produce them ! DERMOT— And I refuse to do so. O'G.—Well, we shall try a little force. (Steps to R.) Corporal Dingley 1 itjj - Enter Dinqlbx. DERBiOT— (^«tde.) I must gain timt ! I must delay the purguit I I B to your •ioes not lim, and iconquer- tera shall William acknow- tain was ;ing his f hey are lit f 39 O'G. — (To Dingley). Bring in two of your men and a stout rope. {DiHGLEY salutes and exit R.)» DERMOT— (Aside). What is he about to do ? O'G.— (To Drrmot). Now for another questiou : What do you know of Sarsfield's plan to capture a battering train which is hastening .to the King's aid ? DERMOT-Nolhing. ' O'G — Speak the truth or you may compel me to take extreme measures ! DEKMOT I speak the truth ; I know nothing of SarsHeld's plang except that which shall remain locked in my bieast ! 0*0. — Ha — we shall see. Now, about this man who was about to ride away when yonder cor}ioral arrived here, Whoi«» he 1 DEKMOT.— A soldier of Ireland ! O'G — A very sal isfactory answer. (Enter DiNOLFr and two soldiers tvith a rope.) Men, bind the prisoner's arms. DERMOT.— What ! You order your slaves to thus degrade an O 'Gorman ! O'G Yes, a rebel O'Gorman deserves such treatn^ent. Men, obey me f (SoLDiEKs seize 'nd hind Dekmoi's arms.) Corporal, take the prisoner outside and search him. r jj -: Exeunt soldiers and Drrmot, R. DERMOT.— (7o O'Gorman as Jie goes out ) To what unmanly deeds will not ungovfincd passion lead a nmn ! 0'G.~-(Solns.) What a stubborn spirit and yet how lordly! When I listen to his lofty sentiments and ueet the hold and penetrating gUnee of his t^yes I feel humbled, and Lave to confess that he, a captive, is greater than I. But he must bend to my will. He shall reveal hi* knowledge of Sursfield's plan of action, for his presence in this place is a proof that he possesses such knowledge. We are working in tTi dark. We know nothing of Sarstield'a whereabouts, nor are we aware of the location cf the battering train, without which we cannot conquer Limerick. ■ ^ (Stops and picks itp a piece of paper.) Ha ! What is this ? (Beads) ** I have arranged that Colonel O'Grady Sifiall meet fis after the destruction of the battering train, the success of which feat shall he made patent to you hif means of one of the grandest displays of fireworks you have ever s^en. The explosion of one hundred tons of the enemy's powder will teach, William and his follov^rs that JJnuricVs defenders are a?vake and roatchful. — ''Sarsfield.^^ Where did this come from ? and to whom was it addreited 1 We shall learn. \W " 40 Pi:"i i ' .. {Steps to 13i.). What MO be the cause of Dingley's delay f {Looks out B, at rear. Enter CAaswY K. in front, with rifle). CASS — {Moving cautiously). Begorra I've got away from the divila, an' if r don *t bring a hornet's nest around that thraito^'s head ye can call me a Rooshian ! Yes, Masther Dermot alanna, ye'll not be very long in the hnnds of yer ould divil of a father, if Micky Cassidy can help ye, an' If icky Cassidy can an' will ! (Exit Cass. L. Enter A Soldier R. carrying his rifle.) SOLDIER. — Major, one of the prisoners has escaped ! O'G, — Then porsae him, blockhead, and kill him if necessary, (EqpU Soldier L. a shot is heard followed by a second.) CASS. —lOutside.) — Bad manners to ye ! Sure ye might know that ye'd get hurt if ye interfered with Micky Cassidy 's business ! {Re-ent^ Soldier wounded ) O'G. — Ha, ha I Wounded, eh ? Apprise Captain Hobson of the escape and tell him to order an imroeuiate pursuit by way of the river bank. {Exit Soldier R. Re-enter Dinoley and Dekmot, the latter's coat in disorder ) O'G.— Well, Corporal? DING. — I have been unable to find any papers on the prisoner, and my search has revealed nothing but this. {Hounds a locket to O'GORMAN). O'G. — You may retire. " {Exit Dinoley.) O'G.— (To Dbrmot.) Thfl picture of your forlorn sweetheart, I sup* pose ? {Opens locket ) Ah ! The face of my dead wife ! DERMOT— Yes, the picture of that sainted woman, my mother, who, even now, kneels before the throne of God and beseeches Hiui to spare her husband ! O'G,— (^side.) Away with this weakness ! He must obey or die ! (Places locket in his packet.) (Aloud.) To whom did you give the despatches ? DERMOT— To one who will carry them to their destination-; O'G.— Unhappy boy, do you know the fate your obstinacy will bring upon you ? Can you not realize the danger in whioh you stand ? DERMOT — I know that my life is in your hands. O'G. — And know you not that my duty to my King will compel me to take that life if yon persist in your determination to withhold the in- formation I desire ! 41 ifle). le divils, I ye can be very Bidy can ■) ow that e escape »ank. r'« coat ?r, and ckei to 2 I sup* , who, spare Lie! [briug le to iu- DERMOT. — I am aware that you can and may order your sUves to d«8troy me, bat if I had a thousaDd lives you might kill me a thousand times ere I should prove faithl«s8 to Sarsfield or to Irelaud which is my BLiog ! 6. — Well, since threats caauot weaken you we shall see what tor- ture may do ! {Moves d in a moment of passion— in a spirit of revenge ! Abandon the people with whom you are leagued. Fly with me, and in the rank» of the patriot army, strike for God and for Ireland ! O^G.— (Aside.) So young and yet so noble ! Must he die ? (Aloud.) ' My 80i» — yw, I will again call you my son, for your voice, as I now hear it, brings back t* my ear another voice long since hushed by death, the ^#€oIlection of which gives me both pleasure and pain, for I cannot forget that it w»8 your mother who neutralized and finally destroyed the effect of uy teaching. My son, I wish to save yon, and I can and will on one cotidtliett. DERMOT.— And that is -^-- t ■^ ■■^'•42 ^ . O'G. — To give a truthful answer to a question which I will put to you. DERMOT— If I answer it I will do so truthfully, for although you have held and still hold opinions abhorrent to roe, yet I luust say that you have ev^i' taught noe to ghun the language of falsehood ; but if the reply involves treason to the Irish cause then I shall remain dumb. O'G. — Very good ; here is the question : By what road does Sarsneld march to-night ? {A pause.) Ah, you refuse to answer ? DERMOT — Yes, for the reason already given. O'G. —Was Sarsfield here this night ? DERMOT — I have already stated that such questions shall receive no answer. O'G — (Producing Sarsfield's note.) Then look at this ! (Dermot reads and starts when he reaches the signature.) O'G. — To whom was that note addressed ? • DERMOT— I know not. O'G.— Was it Intended for you ? DERMOT— It was not. O'G. — Has it been in your possession ? DERMOT — I never saw it until this moment. O'G. — Very good. Now I shall tell you what I infer from the note and your refusal to ansvrer my question, and it is this : that Sarsfield himself has been here and dropped this precious piece of paper, or, his messenger has done so. In either case you Lave been made acquainted with his plans, andjrou shall be compelled to reveal the knowledge you possess. DERMOT— Father, I O'G. — Not a word 1 I would have saved you. Your appeal had softened me, but now duty drives out mercy and there remains nothing for you but obedience or death. Dingley ! {Moves to R. En^^r Dinqiey.) {To Dingley.) Remove thv. prisoner and send the other to me. DERMOT— (v4< R,) Father, hear me O'G. — {Loudly.) Corporal Dingley, remove the prisoner f {Exeunt DiVQhJiY and JyuRUoT.) O'G.— AViiat means the struggle that is raging within my breast?' Is it my better self fighting with the devil that has possessed me for many years? Why have the words and the voice of my son so moved mo ? Oh, why has fate decided that we should meet ! Why was he not killed in battle ? Then he would lie ia the grave of a soldier—of one who had fought and died for his country ! But now, now an ignoble death awaits him — the death of a rebel ! A rebel ? Ah, Dermot, yon are still my son, and I am your father I Can I forget that ? No ; I must at least iave your life ! * it to you. ilthough tunst say 1 ; but if u dumb. Sarsdeld ceive DO the note Sarsfield , or, his (uainted :dge you eal had Qothing Jtr Is many id me? killed 10 had death m are liUBt at {Enter Tim.) Tim. — (Ande.) What the divil does he want me for ? O'G. —{Giving Tim the note). Read this ! TIM. — Begoira I've left me glasses behind me bit I think I can manage it {Reads a portion of the note). {Aloud). More power to his elbow ! {Reads another portion). That's what I call spunk I " The explosion of a hundred J,ons of the enemy* s powdher* II teach William an* his followers " — faith he should have said blackguards I — *• will tea^h William an' his followers tluit Limerick's defenders are awake an' watchful" {Aside). Yes an* when they have takexf the lesson to heart may the divil fly away with them t * O'G. — {Taking tfie note). Well, what does it mean ? TIM. — Faith it means that yer goin* to be short of powdher very soon. O'G. — Was Sarsfield here to-uight ?— Speak the truth or your life shall pay the forfeit ! 'nM..--{ Aside). What the divil will I say ? Bad luck to it but I'm in a nice fix ! {Aloud). No, Sarsfield was'n't here to-night or any other night. O'G. — Brannigan, owing to the fact that you were once in my service I feel disposed to save your life, although death is the fate of a captured rebel ! TIM. — Yon are very kind Misther O'Gorman. O'G.— If you speak the truth and the whole truth, you shall leave here a free man. TIM.— Well, Misther O'Gorman, jokin' aside, I'd be wiUin* to tell a lot o' truth for such a reward, {Aside.) Begorra he'll hear more lies than he ever heard in his life before. O.'G. — Very good ; you are a very sensible fellow, and should the information you will give prove to be correct, you shall receive even more than your liberty. TIM. — Fire away then, I'm not above makin' something out of the misfortunes of me friends. Go on — I'm ready to answer. O.G. — Do you know anything of Sarsfield's plans for the attack on the Royal troops guarding the battering train ? TIU.— {Aside.) Divil a thing I know, but that does'nt make any difference, {Aloud.) Well, 1 don't know much, but I've heard a thing or two. O.'G. — Do you know which road he will follow ? TIM. — Begorra ye may be sure that Sarsfield's the man to take the shortest cut he can find. O.'G. — No evasion ! I want you to tell what you know! TtM— Well ye see I did'nt think ye'd ask me to betray me Gineral, an' I don't think I can bting myself to do it. {Aside ) Faith I think that Sarsfield is about blowin' up that powdher by this time, an* I'll be ■i ;^ 44 safe in tellin' something that'll keep this fellow where he is till the harm's done. O'G. — What means this hesitation ? TTht,-—! wasn't hesitatin', bnt it has jajit struck me th«t yoQ*tl put an end to me if I don't answer, an' if I do, I'll have to )eav« IfOland, for if the boys found out what I had done they'd cut me to pieces, an' tt.'8 as broad as it's long no matter what I do. O'G. — I shall take care that your information goes not beyond mymtt. You may rest easy on that point. TfM — Well the r\ — are ye sure there's no one listenin' H ' - (Moves closer to O'Gorman.) O'G. — Quite sure. We are alone TI&£. — Oh, what am I about to do ? Betray them that never harned me! \. 0'Ci.—{Becoi.'^: Vi ) Do not think of others! Remeniber that you are in my " o TIM. — Yes, God ibigive m« ! that's me only excuse. Well, life is sweet an' I'm goiii' ve m ii^ General Sarsfield is goin' to iaike fdie very road we're on i;hi& v lar.P'. iVy^.te ! O'G. — How do you kuow ? TIM. -^Because we were waitin' here to join him. O'G.— Ah, ha ! You may now retire, and wben the right time «oaes you shall havQL^ur liberty and your reward. TIM. — [Aside, while he moves toR.) Begorra I have him stuffed lup to the neck ! Tim, me boy, ye'd make a fine divil's advocate ! (Exit R.) O'G — Now my way is clear ! Colonel Brecken ridge shall be made to believe that Dermot has given the information I possess, and thus I shall save my sou I Corporal Dingley ! {Enter Dinglby R ) Send the other prisoner to rae. {Exit DlNGLfcV.) Yes, 1 shill inform the Colonel that under a threat of torture my son weakeued and confessed. He will never discover the truth for I shall bind him to secrecy. (Enter Dbrmot R.) . DERMOT — Have 1 been called to hear my seutenoe ? * O'G.— No my son, uo. (Aside,) I must be careful not to betray my-- gelf. (Aloud.) We have decided to remain here for some time, — an hot^> perhaps, and in the meantime nothing will be done as regards yoQr- if X)ERM^GT— Father, what is the meaning of your changed demeanor till the a*M put land, for an' it*B myw^If, har«64 naena-tier t Hfe is ^e fibe ^oaes iffe4 aade to I shall ay son shall K — an yoar- leanor 45 towarda mt^ ? You look aa yon ated to do in the iaivoff happy past ! You are joyous ! Yoo» are O'Q. — ^Uush I Someone comes. {Enter Col. Bbwrbmridoi R.) COLONEL— What, Major ! Your son a prisoner ? 0*Q.~{A8i4f to Col.). Yes I have had wonderful luck, lifit na retire and I shall acqu>*int you with what has transpired. (Exeunt Col^. go ! O'G — Yes, go. I shall answer for Dermot's safety. NUGENT.— If I were sure ^ — O.'G — I have promised. Gro, ere it is too late ! DERMOT. — Harry, for my sake listen to ray father ! NUGENT. -Major O'Gorman, I trust you. Dermot, I obey. {Exit by means of the trap-door.) DERMOT —Father, I thank you. 'G. — Then show your gratitude by following the instmctions I will HOW give you. If Colonel Brecken ridge questions you concerning Sars- fleld's movements, tell him that you cannot answer, — that you have told me all, and that you will tell it lo no other. Do you understand ? DERMOT.— Tell him ihat I have told you all ? What do you mean ? O.'G. — This is the first time in your life that I have asked you to speak falsely, but now yon must obey me ! DERMOT.- -But I have told you nothing ! O.'G — Never mind — promise ! DERMOT, — Yes, I promise not to answer. {Enter Col. Breckinridge, ]R.) , COL.— {Aside, to O'Gorman.) O'Gorman, a scout has just come yi ; he informs me that a body of Irish infantry is approaching and that their number exceeds a -thousand, while Sarsfield has but five hundred, and they are cavalry, not infantry. What does it mean 1 O'G. — I cannot tell. Perhaps the scout is mistaken ! COL.— No ; he is quite positive. However, our men are ready, and whatever the enemy turn out to be, they shall get a warm reception. {Enter Dinqlky R). DING. — Colonel, Captain Dickson wishes to know if he will advance a few hundred yards. COL,— I will see him myself. {Exeunt Colonel and Dinglby B.). DERMOT — Father, now that you know that Irish troops are api^roach- in^ I will tell you that they are not Sarsfield's men, for Sarstit^ld is several miles distant, and you will not meet his troops to-night. 4» CO.^-Not BiMt them to-iii|pping to R ) Corporal Dingley ! {Enter Dinglby.) Rcmov^e the prisoner, prepare him for execution, and send a squad here immediately ! O'G. — Breckenridge. what are you about to do ? COL. — My duty.— Corporal, obey my order ! ' DEBMOT— Father, the blow has fallen ! (£^:reMn< Debmot and DiNOLBY.) O.'G. — ^^Oh, Dermot, Dermot ! — Colonel, for God's sake revoke your order ! My son is innocent — the other prisoner is the guilty one ? COL. — Major O'Gorman, is it manly to thus throw blarme up«m another even to save a sou ? O.'G. — He is innocent— I swear it ! In my endeavor to save him I gave him credit for information obtained from another COL. — Major, what means this change of sentiment towards your son ? But a short time ago you were more determined upon his death than I— an English soldier. • 0.'G>-Yes, b«t my eyes have sioce been open«d to^ tbe evormity of my sin. Spare him, spaie him ! He is innocent ! OOL. — Innocent I H«i»a rebel — a followar of that Barsfield who ray? He it Was etrayed ! the lying Bot stMid person of on.) that the :k, brave a gqnad te your f uptm him I 8 yoor death lity of wh9 i 49 has, this moment, destroyed our hope of capturing Limeriok f Speak no more — he shall die I {Enter Dinoliy, four soldiiks and Dkrmot, the latter blindfolded and hu arms bound to his sides. Dinolby places Dkrmot ba>ck to H., while the soldikbs line uj) at L , facing himf DERMOT.— Father, 1 cannot see. Where are you ? O.'G. — Oh, God ! My son, my son ! DERMOT— Father, do not giteve for me. I die for my country. Tell me, qnick, promise that you will grant my last request— to renounce allegiance to the enemy of our Qountty ! O'O —No, no, not that ! 'Tis your love for your country that has brought ' his doom upon you, and now I shaU live for rt^venge upon those who have led you astray — revenge upon their bated country ! DERMOT— Father ! COL. — Mttjor O'Gorman, you may retire. I understand your feelings, but duty fories me to extreme measures. 0'G._(7b Colonel). Will nothing move you to alter your decree I COL.— No My dut^ forbids it. O'Q— {Turning away to R.). My God ! He is lost ! Lost ! COL, — Corporal Dingley, proceed. DING.— (2'o the four holdirrs.) Attention ! Pinpent arms !— One— • two (O'GoRMAM runs forward and throws his arms around Debmot's neck. O'G.— Dermot, we shall die together! {To houlder arms ! Left wheel ! Quick march I {Exeunt Dimglby and soLDfBRs. O'G - {Stepping forward.) Colonel, I cannot thank you COL, — Not a word ! It may cost me my colonelcy, but — we Wtre boys together I {Extends Mis hand. Several shots heard, and clashing of steel.) Ha! What is that? (Eh^r DiNGLBY.) DING. — Colonel, the Irish have arrived and begun the attack. {Exit.) COL.— Quick, Major, follow me ! O'G — My son? so OOL.— He in safe here. O'O — But he 18 boand 1 I will release him ! COL — You have not tiine. Qaick, foPow me f {Exeunt Col. and O'O.) IjERMOT— The clash of arras I Our gallaut fellows have arrived f {Endeavor 8 to r^leafe hirMelf.) Father, release me ! He is gone ! I>m alone and helpless while the battle rages t (Shott and clafhing oj arms.) Father, father, where are you ? O God I will no one undo these cords? Hal (A loud cheer without ) That is an Irish cheer I {Struggles to free himself. Enter R. Two Enqlish Soldubrs who proceed to load their rifles- ) FIRST SOLDIER— I say Dav#, 1;he fight's goiui i^ainst us 1 Curse those wild Irishmen I SECOND SOLDIER— Yes jou're right,but they'll get another pill fron me before it's over ! {Sees Dbrmot.) Hello ! What have we here ? (2b Dermot.) I i^y, green-coat, how did you get here ? Bill, let us give the fellow a dose to finish him i {Levels his rifle at Diemot.) FIRST SOLDIER— What are you doing ? Going to kill a blind man f {Strikes the barrel of the rifle ) You ought to be ashamed of yourself 1 Let us get out of here and fight men with arms ! > O'G. — (Ouou him to surren- der, but he refuses to do so. Hurry, you may save hiro I (Exeunt R. Enter Tim, R., in rear.) TIM. —Bad luck to the divils, I've got away from them I Where'U I find a gun or something to fight with ? * (Looks around and discovers a pike.) Begorra it*s not much of a pike, but it'll do till I get a better one ! (Shots and noise outside.) Now is yer time, Tim, me boy I Into the fight with ye t (Exit R. in front* Re-enter the two kn(! ish soldibra R., in rear.) FIRST SOLDIER.— (i'ociny R.) Wc'i caught like rats in a trap, but we'll sell our lives dearly ! Dave, shoot the first that attempts to enter ! SECOND SOLDIER.— I've got enough of shootin* for to-night. You can do as you please, but Pm going to try to get out of here I FIRST SOLDIER.— Stand, man. and make a fight lor it I SECOND SOLDIER— 1 tell you I won't I Did'nt you see the Colonel fall? FIRST SOLDIER— No ; is he killed t SECOND SOLDIER— Yes, shot through the head I Two or three hundred of our fellows have surrendered already, and yoir may be sure the game is up. (Looks \j.). What's this T An opening 1 Bill, come here, quick I We can escape this way ! (Exeunt L. Enter R. Two Irish Soldi brs). FIRST SOLDI ER—Faith we've thrashed them pretty well this tim« f SECOND SOLDIER— Yes, their Colonel id killed, and what's left of them have snitendered. Sure they conld'nt do anything else, when Major O'Gorman ordered them to give tip. I wonder if poor Captain Dermot is badly hurt t FIRST SOLDIER— I fear he i«. {Enter Tim R. in rear)* TIM— Where's Captain Dermot ? Is it true that he's wounded f FIRST SOLDIER— Faith I'm sorry to say it is. His old rascal of a father was surrounded but would'nt give up Ha fought like a tiger, and had already struck dd#a seryelM'of oOr mtiU #h^ suddenly Captain 52 Dermot ran up. He saw his father's peril and cried ont " Spa,};^, tny father ! " and then jamped right in front of him so quickly that he received in his breast a bullet intended for tlie Major. TIM. — Oh, my God ! He haa given his life to save his father ! Where is he 1 Te!l me, quick ! FIRST SOLDIER They're bringing him here. Hush ! Here they come I {Enter two soldiers carrying Dermot on a litter, and followed by O'GoRMAN and Nugent. The soldibks lay their burden on ihe floor ) 0,*Q—{On his kncen and supporting Deemot*s head.) Dermot, Deim t, my boy, speak to me ! Oh, God, he has given his life far his wretched father ! Dermot I Dermot ! DERMOT. — Ah, it is you, father ? I am so glad that you are safe. Hold my hand— I feel weahr. O.'G. — Would to God that I could suffer in your stead ! Oh, Dermot, why did you. sava me ? DERMOT. — That you might live to repent — to become what you once were — what you are still at heart, a beli?ver. O.'G. — Then you have won — you have conquered me f Yes, my son, your God is ouce again and forever my God ! DERMOT. —1 thank Heaven for this ! Father, there is one >thing more — your hatred for yoUr country — — O.'G, — Is washed away by the blood you have shed for mo I DERMOT. —Ah, row i can die content ! O.'G. — Dermot, Dermot, do not speak of death I You cannot — you must not die ! No, no ! God, who has inspired you to save me, body and soul, will not ask this, sacrifice. DERMOT— But, father, I feel that I am dying. Tell me that ypu will submit — cousole me with the knowledge that you will bow to the will of Heaven ! O'G.— Oh, 'tis hard — 'tis almost beyond my strength, but— ^yes, Der- mot, I submft ! DERMOT — Ah, 'tis well ! Father, I have often acted contrary to yoiu' wisb.es — iu this I obeyed my conscience, still I have given you pain. Tell me now that you forgive me 1 O'G, — Forgive you, my martyred son ? Oh Dermot, you scourge me I DERMOT— Ah, I see the tears in your eyes J You weep — you who were once our enemy, but now, thank God, a soldier of Ireland I — Ah, my sight grows dim — I can no longer see your face — all is darkness — put ycur arms around me — that I may know you are near me — my fa> ther — Sarsfield — Ireland — (Lie9 inert in 0'Qoj!iMAV*B arms,) 53 O'G.— MyGod! He is 4ead I My boy, my bright-sooled boy» is dead! It ypu to the Der- [ry to you me ! who -Ah, less-y ly fa- knee and looking into Dbkuot^b face.) Via, NUGENT— (On 01 Major, he has only faiuted ! {Enter the surgbon.) Ah, thank Heavan, her© ia the surgeon » BURGEON— What have we here ? Ah, ha, Dermot O'Gonnan wounded t (Recpgnizes 0*GotLUAV.) What, O'Gorman ? Your son T O'G.— Yes ; to save my life he has given his own f •SURGEON — Oh, 1 hope it is not so had as that ! Allow me. {Takes O'Gorman's place the latter moving to the right.) O'Q.— {While the mrgeorf examines the wound.) O merciful God, aave my son ! Give him back— restore h»m to me, and grant that, one day, I may be worthy to stand by his side in the sacred 'Uiuse of oar country ! SURGEON— (Rism^r, and laying his hand on O'Gorman's shoulder.) Cheer up, O'Gorman. The wound is not mortal. Your son will live 1 O'G —He will live ? My boy will live ? (Falls on his knees.) O merciful and powerful God, I thank Thee ! DERMOT— (Opening his eyes and putting his arm around O'Gob- man's neck.) Father ! ACT IV. ^ SCENE — The Walls of Limerick. An Irish flag on a pole at centre. .Tim and Cassidy discovered looking in the direction of the enemy. CASS. —I can't discover a sign of any movement among the enemy, Tim. I wondher what they're about ? Faith, it's ovor two blessed hours since we had a shot from them ! TIM —Micky, we'll hear from them again, never feai^ for it's when the divils are quietest that they're doin' the most harm. CASS.— Begorra they haven't been very quiet for the ^ast two weeks an* they've done plenty of mischief. I overheard General Sarsfield him- self sayin' that he was afraid the walls would'nt stand much more battherin'. TIM. — Never yon mind Micky, even if the walls crumble to dust, for ye may be sure that that same Sarsfield has more ways than one of buttherin' the enemy's pancakes. CASS.— 1 don't doubt it Tim ; I don't doubt it. Oh, it just struck me now — ^did ye ffo up to see how Captain Dermot was gettin' along this morniu' f ^ TIM. — I did, an' he's doia' splendid. He's a bit weak yet, of courM, bat in spite of it did'nt he want to get up yesterday, when he heard the ■»"^ ■PPPIP"!" , 54 Irtavy canaOtfiKdhi*, tmt hia fath«r wonMn't hear of it. !s n't it a woudherful change that's come over Roge;- O'Gorman ? €A3*.— ¥«8, C no^cr saw the like of it. He won't stay away a miaute from his son's bedside. Yesterday when I ran in to see how thin^ were goin* I saw Dermot fast asleep ; his father was kneeliu' by the bed with his son's hand clasped in his, while every minnte his chest 'd h«ave an' the tears rain down his face. Tim, when I see a strong;, stera man like O'Qormau weepin' it ates the heart out of me I TIM.— 1 believe ye, Micky, but then it's a good sign, for it shows that his heart is at last in the right place. Yes, thanks be to God ^ the past fortuigkt bas done wondhers for Roger O'Gorman. CASS;~(ioo*i«5r of rear.) Tim ! Tim I D'ye see the horaemaa gajlopin' across from the enemy's lines ? " i TIM.— Failh I do. What's the meaning of it? * CASS.— An' ther«*s soirethiog fly in* in the air behind him. {Shades hit eyes with his hand.) Begorra, if it is'nt a white flag— a flag of truce I {Points U) Look! The boys below see him, too. Let us go down — we're not under ordhera yet {ExtuntK. Enter L. Dermot and 0'Goiimx:n, the former leaning on O'Gokman'8 arm. The latter is dressed as a civilian ) DERMOT.-— Ah, it is good to be out to-day, and already i teel the enlivening effect of the fresh morning air. ^ O.'G.— Ves, my boy, it will do you good, but you must not get too much of it ; and above all you shall have to give up the id«»a of return- ing to your duty, at least (or the present. DERMOT.— But 1 am now quite strong and it really retards my recovery to hear the roar of the guns, and to know that my brave com- panions are fighting for liberty, while my post in the rauks is vacant. a €k.— Bermot, it shall no longer be so ; a substitute shall be found ! D^SUfOT.— A substitute ? O.'G.— Yes, for I shall take your place in the ranks of Limerick's defenders I * DERMOT. -(0/o1I find es. I render troopfi. " and Enter SI CASS.— Tim, I'm thinkin' that the fellow from the enemy's lines got a pretty cool answer froril the General, for he galloped off with a very bad lookin' &ce. TIM— Yea, begorra, he looked as mad as a hatter. To the divil with him an* an' the rest of his clan ! (A $hot is heard). Whft is that I {Both look over the wall. A second shot is heard)- CASS, — Begorra it's the messenger that's givin' a signal to the King's tbroops ! Faith <&n* they understand it, too ! Look at them wheelin' oot'the cannons already I Be the powers, Tim, we're in for it, now I {A bugle sounds without). TIM — Sfiere's the call to arms f Come on, Mjcky, (Exeunt L. Enter R. two Ibish soldiers who run to the guns). FIRST SOLDIER.— Now, Larry, we'll have another chance at the divlls ! Look ! Look at the cloud of foot soldiers approachin' 1 SECOND SOLDIER Yes, an' d'ye see the artillery over to the right f There I They're gettin' ready to fire I Phew ! What a flaah I (A loud booming f as ofxannont heard.) FIRST SOLDIER.— (Xoojfeinp L.) Oh, Lord! Look at that for an ojienia' in the wall ! Why the divil does'nt the Captain order us to retam the compliment ? Look ) The infantry has halted, but their artillery is comin' forward. They don't think they'je near enough. SECOND SOLDIER What on earth's the matter with our Cap- tain I There's not a word out of him an' us standin' here pinin' to' let fly at them ! FIRST SOLDIER.— There's the General ! What is he up to ? SARS,— (OtUwd*.) Colonel O'Grady to the front I {Noise of horses momng.) FIRST SOLDIER.— Begorra, if he is'nt orderin* up the cavalry ! SARS. — Colonel, the enemy's guns must be silenced I Capture them ! O/G.— Men, to the capture of the gnus I Forward*, for Limerick and Ireland ! Charge I (JfiMtc* '*Gaeryowbn." The two soldiers look off over the • wall while the mtisic lasts ) SECOND SOLDIER— There they go I Now God help the red-coats! Look Thady, who is that ridin' like mad ahead of Colonel 0'€!ratly ? D'ye see him f Begorra if he has'nt captured one of the enemy's cannon ! FIRST SOLDIER— Yes, yes, I see hi now 1 It's Roger O'Gorman, Ca^ain Dermot's father ! Good Lord, loi.^ at that ! Wasn't thi^ well done I {Throws his hcU in the air*) m 5« f .Hurrah ! They've captured ten of the enemy's guns ! {Lovd cheering outdde.) SECOND SOLDIER— They've wheeled to one side to give at chance. See ! The enemy's infantry is makin' a charge at the breach in the wall ! Ah ! There's our captain ! A VOICE — Ready, number one battery ! Aim low — one— two — fire ! iAfia$hfrom the two gum followed by the hooining of cannon. Thi ^ohDiERs look out.) FIRST SOLDIER — Down they go, head over heels ! Sure they were fools to attempt it ! What's that O'Grady's regiment is doin' ? SECOND SOLDIER— Begorra they're wheeling' round for another charge at the enemy ! A VOICE — Re. load, there, number one battery ! SECOND SOLDIER— Faith, that's what I like to hear ! (They draw in the guns, re-load and run.them out again.) FIRST SOLDIER--(iooHn<7 out.) There's Colonel O'Grady with hit sword in the air I They're ready for a charge I There thiey go ! {Mum : •' St. Pateick's Day.") SECOND SOLDIER— (TT/im the music ceam.) By the pofrers, wasn't that well done I Out their way clean through the enemy and the cannons trulin' behind them ! There ! They're reached the gates ! (Loud cheering outside.) FIRST SOLDIER— Larry, who is that over to the left— I mean the one on the white horse ? - 5 SECOND SOLDIER— Him with the shinin' helmet ? FIRST SOLDIER— Yes. SECOND SOLDIER— Begorra if it's not King WillUm himself, an' iie's fjomin' forward with thousands behind him i A VOICE— Number one battery, ready ? Fire I {A Hash and booming of guns as before. 2^ soldiirs re-ioad.) D, {Enter Sarsfield and O'Grady, L.) SARS. — {Looking out.) They approach in great strength l^d by the King himself! We must create a diversion. COL — You spoke a moment since of attempting to eatch the en«my in the flank while we prepare the mine near the lower breach. SARS. — I fear the risk is too great. 'Twould be next to impossible to effect the movement. I might entrust yon with its Accomplishment, but I cMinot spare you from the walls, and poor O^Shaughnessy has been killed. V »ere they go ! Oh. Thady, look over there to the left ! Some of the enemy are advancin' with the king himself at their head ! Now we'll have to do some fightiu' ! {Both re-load their guns. Shots lieard ) FIRST SOLDIER— Quick, Larry ! Let fly at them ! {So-Vknd of cannon. They draw in their guns and proceed to re-load. Jifnter Two English Soldiers over the waU. They attack the Irish Soldiers with their swords and tlie latter fall hack into the wings ) Enter Cassidy and Tim L. mih rifle and bayonet, CASS.— (To one of the Soldiers.) Get back to where ye came from, ye divil ! {Attacks and drives him over the vHitt.) ■| I: 6i lee what more of nly one liem ad' OLora, it The a —they ared the ly carry ? Hal SHoU ormaD f ! The fuaH an' ops are ne head I up the saved 1 there to it their re-load. : the B from. TIM— (TV) ihs Soldier,) Come on ye spalpeen f Over the wall with ye, or be the tare'o' war Til not leave a bit or ye together f i¥wce» him over. Tim and Oassidy stand leaning over the wall whUe they strike right and left) CASS— Ah ha t Ye would, would ye f Then take that t TIM.— Begone, ye varmint ! CASS. — I^wn with ye, ye ragamuffin } TIM. — Take yer dirty paws off the wall, ye srjoundrel t CASS.— Tim, this is pnrty hot work I Look ! Look ! What are they all tumblin' over each other for T Ah, now I see— 4t's O'Qorman that's after them I {Sound of firing and clashing of wempons. TIM. — Hurrah I Look at how they fly before him f And there's Colonel O'Grady on the other side of them I CA8S.— Tim, look at Captain Dermot's father t Sure he's aa good as a whole regiment 1 Doesn't he wield his swdrd like a giant i Ah, bat it's himself that makiu' up for lost time. Begorra I can't stand it any longer — I must be mixed up in that fight i Come on I {Both jump over. Enter an English soldi br R. He seizes theftag-^pole and turenche» it from its place. Enter Dkrmot, L. He riuhes upon tfie soldier aud they struggle for posHssion of the flag . Dbrmot i/;tns. Holding the flag in his left hand he draws his sword.) dERMOT — Come on hireling, and at at your peril dare to sally the flag of Ireland ! SOLDIER— (X>raii;in^ sword.) That flag shall be mine ! {They fight and gradually the wldier gets the upper hand, untU Dsrmot drops on one knee.) SOLDIER— Surrender the flag and I will spare your life I DERMOT— Never I Death before dishonor ! {The soldier renews the attack. Enter R. O'Gorman.) O.'G.— Thank God, I am iu time t {H$ attcicks and disarms the soldier* Enter Cassidt and Tim R. They seize the intruder.) O.'G.— Dermot, my boy, you are safe— the flag is unsullied, and the victory is won ! Give me that emblem of freedom that I may press it to my heart i {He takes the flag ) Oh, flag of my country, I have atoned for my treason, I have redeeiaed my pledge, I have fought and conquered for theee ; and now in the hour of vietory I promise, that wherever thy green folds are thrown to the breese, there shall The O'Gorman be found while he has an arm and a sword to defend thee t ■^Vif^MIRPmillMIPI for ,o»r heroic «lio" hi^X.o„7rv T,"'" "'" "r* "' '"'»»''' retreat ; onr citv is mm,i »7. i ,k • . '' • '' *"*""" ■"» «»"" "i « i^ (Hemovet his hat ) Cheering outside and CURTAIN. Oorman, in lei A dauut- vho has hero of iQ in a 9 three >t, and