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The Royal voyage, or, The Irish expedition a tragicomedy, acted in the years 1689 and 90.
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THE Royal Voyage OR THE IRISH EXPEDITION A Tragicomedy Acted in the Years 1689 and 90. Regis ad Exemplum Claud. LONDON Printed for Richard Baldwin in the Old-Baley A. D. 1690. TO THE READER NOT to cheat thee with a Preface instead of a Book nor make this Brat of my own Brain such a Rickety Creature as to have its Head bigger than all the rest of the Body both middle and t'other end I 'll only dispatch a little necessary business and then Gentlemen step in and take your Places Or to be a little more Heroical the Musick has played the last time the Candles are all Snuffed and the Curtain is just about to be drawn up Know ye first and foremost that the Name of this following Play relates to another part yet to come which will more signally fill the Title though this has enough of the Royal Voyage in it to make that good and proper in this as well as the other The Conquest of Granada is only begun in the first part nay no more than the Siege on 't yet the propriety of the Title none ever questioned to that part as well as the other The next thing I 'm to do you to wit is that the End of this Play is chiefly to expose the Perfidious Base Cowardly Bloody Nature of the Irish both in this and all past Ages especially to give as lively a Scheme as will consist with what 's past so far of the worse than Heathenish Barbarities committed by them on their Peaceable British Neighbours in that Bloody and Detestable Massacre and Rebellion of Forty One which will make the Nation stink as long as there 's one Bog or Bog-trotter left in it Wherein though every one knows this way of Writing allows great Liberty I protest 't was impossible to invent more dreadful things than I found ready to my Hand nay scarce could a single circumstance be any where added to set their Murders in a better Light the Instances themselves as History gives 'em being such glaring ones that Hell-Fire itself could scarce make 'em brighter Nor even here have I taken any thing for granted though there 's so much abundant Evidence of the truth of all here asserted even from the acknowledgment of some more ingenuous among 'em Beling Walsh c. of their own Writers and from the Pride and glory which others of them take in relating what then happened instead of those few Hundred Thousands Murder'd only wishing that All had gon the same way but dropping that advantage have confined my self even to the Chastness of an Historian examining as the Reader will find all the material Objections those wicked People can make to our Accusations and all those thin Excuses wherewith they generally impose upon the Ignorant and in vain endeavour to palliate their unheard of Inhumanities I am confident I have herein done 'em Justice and urged their Arguments as far and as home perhaps closer than any of them could have done for themselves And if I have made one Exception from the general Rule and introduced one Irishman amongst 'em all brave and honest as far as his Cause would let him be to foil the rest if I have gone a little beyond the Pale and left Truth behind me 't is a pardonable fault and the more easily because perhaps it mayn't be so common to err on the side of Good-nature In his Character it 's indeed designed to shew that there may possibly be some Individuals among 'em better than the rest of the Nation In that of all the rest that if such a thing happens 't is but a chance and won't often be brought into Example by the others After all let any Man take the pains but to read the Irish Histories Foreigners as well as others nay their own too if he has any patience into the bargain and if he does not confess that I have not nay cannot misrepresent the Irish when I speak any thing ill of 'em I 'll be content to be sent over into that blessed Island and live there 'till I 've forgot my Mother Tongue and grow as Irish as O Hanlan's c as their mannerly Proverb has it Tho on t'other side so far is this piece from any Reflection on the British there that one main end thereof is to give 'em their due Encomiums and just Honour In order whereunto the principal brave Actions performed by them at the wonder of the World and confusion of their Enemies under all apparent disadvantages imaginable Treachery of some Cowardise of others want of Necessaries a numerous well-provided Army pressing against 'em are not as many as could be handsomly brought in here neglected tho' the Historical order unnecessary here perhaps not observed For the manner in which those actions are introduced 't is done the most inoffensively that could be possibly contrived 't is out of choice that I have named no Persons unless of the Enemies side As all shared in the Danger so let 'em all in the Glory whatever parties there might then be or are since there shall be none in this Play but English and Irish That the desirable work of their entire Conquest may soon be accomplished which all Europe as well as England groans for the Second part of this Drama really acted and our glorious King William there conquering all our Enemies I am sure every honest Man wishes as heartily as I do for those who hope the contrary tho' their own Countries Europe's and Religion's implacable Enemies I 'd wish 'em no greater plague than possessed with all the Rage Malice and defeated desperate Wickedness of an Irish-man to stand by and see our great victorious Prince enter Triumphantly into his Royal City of Dublin which a few Weeks may in all fair probability produce and a few more the Second Part of the Royal Voyage or Irish Expedition DRAMATIS PERSONAE Tyrconnel Primate Archbishop of Cashel Nugent Neagle Irish Lords Hamilton Macarty Talbot Butler Clancarty Macdonald Irish Soldiers Messengers Officers c. Governor of Inniskilling Collonels Souldiers c. Governor of Derry Collonels Souldiers English Captains with Relief to Derry English General Souldiers Officers c. THE ROYAL VOYAGE OR THE Irish Expedition ACT I. SCENE I. DUBLIN Castle Enter Tyrconnel Nugent Neagle Mac-carty Hamilton the titula Archbishop of Cashell and Primate Irish Lords Tyrcon THus far the CAVSE has with Success been crown'd And Great St. Patrick blest his sacred Ground Has been his own lov'd Country-men's Defence And chac'd the English Toads and Serpents hence Again shall Ireland her old Name renew 'T is now a Land of Saints and Heroes too Th' Asylum long before design'd for those Sent into Exile by their faithless Foes That safe that happy Sanctuary where By our great Faith's Defenders pious Care The Church it self can now glad Refuge find Leaving her cheated desperate Foes behind Cash Like Arethusas's Stream her Fountain clear Dives under Earth and Sea and rises here But never
they meet us And before such you did propose a Tryal Of which there was no need for all the Irish Had been acquitted all the English guilty That of Magee was a full year at least After your horrid Massacre begun And only warm revenge for many Murthers Which you began er'e any provocation The hour the day prefixt all o're the Kingdom Own'd by your own and not by you denyed Who only say you were provoked to what You did but how had you not your Estates Liberties Lives although a conquer'd Nation Were not your Lawyers nay some Judges Irish Was it Religion then But was not that Which you call so allowed more bare then ever Convents and Nunneries every where connived at No man molested Mass in publick said All o're the Kingdom spite of all the Laws Point-blank against it as for your Commissions Your great Oneal himself and Lord Mac-guire Own'd at their death 't was all a Forgery Butler Well Gentlemen which ever part went wrong Or this or that can never now recall it But one things certain and you 've treated us So generously we cannot but in kindness Advise you on 't You see no succours yet From England come or if they are in vain Kilmore is ours and we a Boom have fastned Across the Lough that 't is impossible By that way to releive you your Provisions I see come short you may have yet fair Terms If you stand out there 's not a man escapes Yield then and let not such brave men be ruin'd 1 Capt. Captain we thank you for your kind advice But should the Souldiers hear you 'd not be safe From worrying nor shou'd we propose it We 're one and all There 's not a private Centinel But willingly wou'd eat the Flesh from one arm And fight with t'other ere they wou'd surrender Besides for yet a while we 're richly stored Tallow and Starch why 't is luxurious diet And when that fails and all besides the Garrison Sir we have heard e'm swear 't and do believe it Will first eat you and then themselves e're yield Tho' every hour we expect releif And know the English are i th' Lough already And will be here A shout without But we must to our Charges For business calls we wish you well to bear What can't he mended Exeunt Omnes SCENE VIII Derry-Walls Enter Governour Colonels Captains Govern Too well appears the reason of that shout I' th' Irish Camp See in the Lough below The English Ships attempting our relief The first is stranded while the barbarous Enemy Runs down in Sholes to Fire or kill or take 'em While with insulting Flowts they call t' our Guards And bid us send our Carpenters to help ' em 1 Col. Some of their mirth is spoiled with that broad-side Full in the midst o' th' Rabble nay the shock Unless I see as many what they wish Has floated her again 2 Col. 'T has done it really Not only in your fancy now Salvation The Boom is broke with Wind and Tide they come And scatter storms of Fire and Death about 'em Till Kilmore rattles and the bloody strand Lies spread with Carcasses and Legs and Arms Bodies and Heads and Men alive and dead Fly every where so fast as if they strove Which shou'd outrun the other Gov. They have reached the Key relief life comes with ' em Enter English Captains Govern Brave Countreymen there 's little need to tell you You 're welcome here for all that 's left of Derry Confesses it those living Carcasses You see remaining fain wou'd smile had they But flesh enough to do it not great Orange Our now great King was with more joy received In gasping England when he came to save it From the same Enemy then you are here Engl. C. Nor with less Joy we bring you this relief Then wee 'd our selves receive it but what news From th' Enemies Camp must we go visit them Or won't they be so civil to attend us Govern They do what they were born to run away Fire all their very Tents and Huts and worse The Countrey too least we should make advantage Whole waggon-loads of Arms thrown into th' River Bursting their largest Guns as too unweieldy For thir light March O had we but some Horse To give 'em one kind Farewell 't is so strange For those who have been Neighbours now so long To part abruptly Engl. Capt. We again shall find 'em For Schombergh speedily is here designed With twenty thousand men to march for Dublin And end the War Governour Impatiently we wait Till that wish day when we agen may meet Those who so often grovelled at our Feet Ex. Omn. ACT. IV. SCENE First Dublin Tyrconnel Rice Nugent c. Neagle Tyrc Derry reliev'd and Inniskilling lost Sure destiny mistakes or we do so Macarty Prisoner Hamilton baffled English landed And more still coming What will next be done Were all my Goods aboard as once before And I there too I scarcely shou'd look back To be Lieutenant Or indeed a something Which bears some lesser name the King 's scarce more Aside Nug. The glorious Cause we now are all embarkt in Is firm enough to stand in spite of all Th' attempts against it of weak Hereticks What are two Towns they yet have won no more Nay only kept 'em and for the disgrace Incurred by missing them there are excuses Sound plausibly enough which wee 'l transmit To our Friends in England as our selves wee 'l use ' em Alas 't was place a little mean And worthless Town we only lay before it For Recreation might have taken it When e're we pleased at an hours warning had we But strained our Forees there 't is true wee 'd some Some few perhaps of note who dy'd in th' Army But there are many ways of death besides The Sword and Cannon several brought Diseases That left 'em there tho' lives and all went with ' em The usual chance of War not to be avoided For what 's to come we 've still a numerous Army A noble body of Horse as are in Europe Ten Thousand with the least with these wee 'l tug At least this Summer ore the fickle English By then perhaps will tired and weary grow Of their new King or France will be at leisure To give their Arms a powerful diversion And us assistance here His Privateers Will scowr our Seas and pick each Vessel up That peeps abroad this will breed Discontents In those enough inclin'd to 't without Cause Besides we still have a strong party there Desperate and Resolute they may produce Something themselves that 's not contemptible But come the worst 't is but to Fire the Countrey Kill all the Heretics and run away By th' Light their Houses make Neagle But still for Money The Life o th' cause That must be got or all Yet done or counselled will be lost and nothing Rice We shall have shortly large supplies from France Some we already have Neagle