Chapter 1

fifteen Irish patriots, armed with pikes of great scythes.]_

1st PATRIOT.--"Hurroo for KING JAMES, we'll dhrive the Orange-men into the say. Here comes O'MALLEY, and the FRINCH OFFICIR. May they niver want a bottle, or a frind to stale it from." _[Enter O'Malley and Duquesne,]_

O'MALLEY.--"All is lost. ULICK has betrayed us."

DUQUESNE.--"All is lost. ULICK has followed the national custom."

PATRIOTS.--"All is lost. Hurroo. What'll we do now, boys?"

O'MALLEY.--"Come with me to France. We'll fight somebody there."

PATRIOTS.--"We will go this minute." _[They go. Enter Tragic Heroine.]_

O'MALLEY.--"Can I belave the eyes of me. Is it you, darlint, or some other ghost?"

TRAGIC HEROINE.--"'Tis I. Fly, O'MALLEY. ULICK insists upon marrying me, and hanging you."

O'MALLEY.--"I will fly to-morrow night, and you shall fly with me. I would go this minute, were it not that Mr. BOUCICAULT'S play would be spoiled if I did not stay long enough to get into difficulties. I will hide in the cellar of my ruined castle, and will give ULICK the worst 'hiding' he ever had if I have a convenient chance at him."