Irish TALES: OR, Instructive HISTORIES for the happy Conduct of LIFE.
Containing the following Events.
VIZ.
I. The Captivated MONARCH.
II. The Banish'd PRINCE.
III. The Power of BEAUTY.
IV. The Distrest LOVERS.
V. The Perfidious GALLANT.
VI. The Constant FAIR-ONE.
VII. The Generous RIVAL.
VIII The Inhuman FATHER.
IX. The Depos'd USURPER.
X. The Punishment of UNGENEROUS LOVE.
By Mrs. SARAH BUTLER.
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THE Epistle DEDICATORY, TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE The Earl of
Lincoln.
My LORD,
T HE Fair Authress of the following Sheets being Dead, and the Publication of them falling into my Hands, I could not think of any PATRON, under whose Protection, they might with that Advantage I desir'd, venture into the Publick, so properly as your Lordship's. For, where better could HEROIC LOVE, and all the PATRIOT VIRTUES find a surer and more auspicious Refuge, than under that
Nobleman
's Protection, whose distinguish'd Honour, and good Sense has render'd him so eminently capable of the
former;
and whose
stedfast Zeal
for his Country's Service in the most dubious, and difficult of Times has been so conspicuous to all that know any thing of our publick Affairs, as that of your Lordship. Yes, my Lord, that Heroic Firmness and Resolution you discover'd then in your Conduct, has made you the peculiar Darling of all true BRITONS, of all Lovers of the best of Kings, and Constitutions.
Resolution,
and
Uncorruptible Faith
are not the common Growth of this Age, which makes every Consideration yield to the poor an mean Prospects of immediate and Personal Advantages, either in Wealth, or in Power and Dignities; and few, very few have been found, whom neither the Malice and ungenerous Persecution of Potent and disappointed Enemies could break, nor all the gilded Baits of Power, Riches, Flattery, Pleasure, and the other cunning Arts of insinuating into the Minds of the young and uncautious (in which vile Arts, those were no small Proficients, who had then the Publick Management of Affairs) could corrupt, or give the least shock to; on whose Wiles, tho' many were deceived by them, your Lordship, supported by a perfect Integrity, and just Understanding, look'd down and despis'd.
IT is such a Publick Spirit, such an Understanding, that qualifies a Nobleman to be worthy of the Addresses of the MUSES. For whoever loves his Country, must be pleas'd to see ARTS Flourish, which add to its Glory and its Felicity; since that Country can only be estem'd truly Happy and Great, where ARTS as well as Arms find publick Encouragement. And of all ARTS, POETRY is perhaps the chief, which deserves the peculiar Care of the
Great
and the
Polite.
IF we may decide this by what we find in History, it is plain, that where-ever Heroic Fortitude, and Martial Glory have found a distinguishing Success, there POETRY has met with the greatest Indulgence.
ATHENS,
which polish'd Mankind by her POETS, was able by her single Valour, under the Conduct of MILTIADES, with Ten Thousand Men, to defeat some Hundreds of Thousands of
Persians.
ROME in her greatest Glory, and most establish'd Fortune, became a Rival of GREECE in that
Noble Art,
while VIRGIL, HORACE, VARIUS, TUCCA and many more, found themselves the peculiar Favourites of the ablest Statesman, and most illustrious Emperor that Nation ever knew.
IT would be no difficult Matter, my Lord, to carry on the Proof of this in a less eminent degree through the several Kingdoms that arose out of the Ruins of the
Roman Empire,
even from
Italy,
to
Hungary;
but that would be a Work of too large an Extent for the narrow Compass of an Epistle. By hinting his here, I only aim at stirring up, if possible, a generous Ambition in our Great Men, of distinguishing themselves in a manner so worthy of Power and Dignity.
I have known a Nobleman, who (I know not by what means) got a popularity for his Generosity, who yet could only justly pretend to an injudicious Profusion; for he has given a Piper Three Hundred Guineas, when a MAN of LEARNING found but a very mean Gratuity for a most valuable Performance. But several have, indeed, been bountiful to Fidlers, and the
thrilling Throng,
while we have found very few SIDNEYS and SACKVILES, since we have pretended to Politeness; and yet the many Excellent Products of Poetry, with little or no Encouragement, are a Proof that it is the natural Growth of the Clime, and with a tolerable Cultivation, might arrive at the greatest Perfection.
THE following Sheets, my Lord, are of this Kind; that is, they are allow'd by the Learned to be a useful sort of POETRY, tho' without the advantageous Harmony of Verse. For as all POETRY is an IMITATION, as ARISTOTLE justly observes, it is plain that all
Fables
are IMITATIONS of
Actions,
which is the essence of both the DRAMATIC and EPIC POESIE.
BUT this
Prosaic Poetry
is of as ancient a Date as the
Milesian Tales,
which so charm'd Antiquity it self. The Moderns since the Time of HELIODORUS, have often vary'd their Form; some Years ago they swell'd them into large Volumes, but of late the general Tast runs for such as are compriz'd in a much narrower Compass; from whence we derive so many Books of TALES, which have not yet fail'd of Success. These that follow, in my Opinion, fall not in the least short of the most excellent that have yet appear'd; there being a Pathetic Tenderness, that runs quite through them, supported by a Noble and Heroic Fortitude.
THE Preface will shew your Lordship that their Foundation is laid on true History, and the Lady has so artfully Grafted the Fiction upon it, that the whole bears the pleasing Appearance of Truth and Reality.
If they contribute to the Diversion of any Hour of your Lordship's more elegant Leisure, I have my Aim. My Ambition to give this publick Testimony of my Esteem and Value for your Lordship's singular Virtues, would not suffer me to lose the first Opportunity of doing it, unable to delay my Zeal 'till I had something more solid to offer; though perhaps, in Justice, it is not the most unmeritorious Endeavour to contribute to our Diversion; and I hope it will be thus favourably receiv'd by your Lordship from,
My LORD,
Your Lordship's most Humble and most Obedient Servant,
CHARLES GILDON.
THE PREFACE.
I HERE present the Reader with some few of those many Transactions which made up the Lives of two of the most Potent Monarchs of the
Milesian
Race, in that Ancient Kingdom of
Ireland:
And although I have cloath'd it with the Dress and Title of a Novel; yet (so far I dare speak in my own behalf, that) I have err'd as little from the Truth of the History, as any perhaps
who have undertaken any thing of this Nature.
What I have added, is only the Love and Amorous Discourses of
Murchoe
and
Dooneflaith;
whose Name I have presum'd upon, since in the Chronicles and Writings of all those, which I have read, who have Treated on that Subject, make no mention of the Name of
Maolseachelvin
's Daughter; tho' none af them hardly but take notice of the Story. And finding in Dr.
Ketrius
's
Manuscript
that of
Dooneflaith
to be in use at that time, and (if I mistake not) to be the Name of her Mother, I therefore was the more willing to imagin I should not err so much from Truth, as if I had given her a feign'd one, to give that to her Daughter.
Some (upon what Grounds I know not) would needs have their manner and way of making Love, which I have brought as near as I could to our modern Phrase, to be too Passionate and Elegant for the
Irish,
and contrary to the Humours, they alledge, of so Rude and Illiterate a People; when all the while they do not consider, that altho' they may seem so now, in the Circumstances they lie under, (having born the heavy Yoke of Bondage for so many Years, and have been Cow'd down in their Spirits) yet that once
Ireland
was esteem'd one of the Principal Nations in
Europe
for Piety and Learning; having formerly been so Holy, that it was term'd
The Island of Saints;
and for Learning so Eminent, as all their Chronicles make out, and some others who were not of that Nation, as
Bede
in his
Hist. Anglic.
lib. 3. cap. 4, 5, 19. & lib. 4. cap. 25.
Bede,
and
Camden Brittan.
p. 730. Edit. Lond.
in fol.
anno. 1607.
Camden
do avouch for them.
It was so Famous for Breeding, that many from the adjacent Islands, and most parts of the Continent of
Europe
came thither for it.
Insomuch as
P. Walsh
says in his Prospect of
Ireland,
that when any were wanting from their own Country, it came to be a Proverb,
He is gone to
Ireland
to be bred.
And another in the Life of
Sulgenus,
has this Distich.
Exemplo patrum commotus amori legendi,
Ivit ad Hibernos Sophia mirabile daros.
And we find in their Chronicles, that there were Four Great Universities in
Ireland,
viz.
Ardmagh, Cashell, Dunda-Leathghlass,
and
Lismore,
besides many other Colleges of less Note elsewhere; and as
Keting
in his
Manuscript
has it, in the Reign of
Couchuvair Mac-Donochoe,
that there were no less that
7000
Scholars at one time in one of those Universities,
viz. Ardmagh;
and that they were the
Irish
in those Days who gave a beginning Abroad, as some Writers say, to the Schools of
Oxford.
But it is most certain they did to those of
Paris
and
Pavia,
and many other great Colleges of Learning in Foregn Parts.
And both
Camden
and
Edmund Spenser
in his
View of Ireland,
page
29.
do acknowledge,
That our Ancestors in
Great Britain
learned the very form and manner of framing their Character for Writing, from
Ireland.
From what has been said, (tho' not a Tenth part of what might be on this very account) I hop'd I might have liberty to dress their words in as becoming a Phrase as my weak Capacity could frame, or the time that I did it in would allow.
As for the other part of the Story, it is all Historical, and treads only the Path of the true Chronicle, if we may give Credit to my Authors, who are
Bede, Camden, Heylin, Spenser, Hanmor, Campion,
Dr.
Keting,
Sir
James Ware, Flahertus,
and
P. Walsh.
I have, I must confess, omitted several Remarkable Passages, and Twenty four of the Twenty five Battles which
Bryan Boraimh
Fought in his Reign and won; but yet I have not foisted in any thing, that might be injurious to the Truth, in their Places, and have only made a Compendium of Things as tho' done in four or five Years time, which perhaps were Transacting half so many score.
I have constrain'd my self, contrary to the Custom of most who write these sort of Essays, to make my Lovers die unmarried; since I could find no Authority to the contrary. And I should indeed have been very willing to have embrac'd the Opportunity (could I have found any colour for it) of making them, after so many Misfortunes, to have ended their Trouble in the Married Bed.
Lastly, since my Design in the beginning was to shew the strange means by which
Ireland
was once deliver'd from the Tyranny of
Turgesius
and the
Danes,
by the Beauty of a Virgin; I thought it might not be impertinent to the Story, to make the same Maid, tho' in a more vertuous way, be the Instrument of saving it a second time, by infusing of Courage into her Lover, who, we'll suppose for her sake, did things that Day, which almost surpass all belief; tho' at the same time she had little or no part it may be in the Victory. This License I presum'd might lawfully be granted in a Novel.
Irish TALES.
L ASTING and Terrible were the bloody Wars which the Ancient
Irish
sustain'd against the powerful
Danes;
who, by their vast Numbers, and continual supplies of fresh Men, who Recruited them daily, and were weekly landing at one Port or other, came to their aid, they being then Masters of the Sea, so harass'd and tir'd the long defending Islanders, that at last they were forc'd to submit, and their Provincial Kings become for some small space of Time, Tributaries to the
Dane.
Turgesius,
the
Danish
Captain General, being a Soldier of invincible Courage, and no less Ambitious, made himself be stil'd Monarch of
Ireland,
and with a Splendid and Magnificent Train of hardy and resolute Warriors, whom Peace and Idleness, the Seeds of Wickedness, and the Mildew of Vertue had rusted into Courtiers, kept his Court in the center of the Country, at
Lough-Ribh,
near that place, where now stands the Town of
Athlone.
He was a Man so skill'd and train'd up in Arms, and Martial Fatigues, that had he only follow'd the Business he profess'd, his Conquests and Victories might have been an everlasting Theme for Ages to come; and had not his Lust like a Canker eaten away the Inscriptions his Sword had engraven, his Victorious Memory might to this day have been the enduring Song of Fame.
Turgesius
having subdu'd the best part of the People of this Nation, nay, indeed, we may say all, but a few who knew not how to bow their Necks in subjection to any but a lawful Prince, or stoop to any thing beneath their free Liberties, and Obedience to their own Kings, had betaken themselves to Boggs, Woods, Mountains, Rocks, and inaccessible Places; whose Wisdom and Conduct being back'd with an inimitable Valour, in a few Weeks wrought out their own Infranchizements, and broke the servile Bonds, in which their fellow
Irish
were enslav'd, notwithstanding the mighty Care and Circumspection
Turgesius
us'd to the contrary; for there was not a Hole, or a Corner, much less a Town or a City in the whole Realm, that was capable of it, in which he had not planted a Garrison, made as he thought, secure by impregnable Fortifications.
All things being order'd in this manner, he began to partake of the Pleasures of Peace, which his long Toil and indefatigable Labours had newly establish'd. Those cruel Wars which had open'd the veins of this distemper'd sick Kingdom, had not yet drain'd one drop of his ill Blood, which corrupting for want of usual Exercise, made him degenerate from the noble Science of War, to practise that of Love; and giving way to his unruly Passion, became in a short time wholly Conquer'd by the fair Eyes of
Dooneflaith,
the Daughter of
Maolseachelvin
King of
Meath.
This Lady was one, on whom Nature had lavishly bestow'd all the Graces and Ornaments which could be, to make Humanity adorable; she was so nobly endow'd, and so incomparably Beautiful, that to see her, and not admire her, was impossible; yet was she capable of all the soft sentiments Love could imprint; and had already devoted her Heart to a Man, to whom without blame she might warrantably do, being Prince
Murchoe,
Eldest Son to
Bryan Boriamh,
who was afterwards Elected King of all
Ireland.
This Prince matchless in his gallant Exploits, was not less to be paralell'd in his Love; it is enough to tell you, he saw the beautiful
Dooneflaith,
and consequently lost his Heart in the sight; but so much awe did her Vertue create in him, that for some time he languish'd in the Torments of his Flame, without daring to utter one word of his Love; and all the while the charming
Dooneflaith
was subject to the same Malady.
Thus for a Time did these two secret Lovers live in Hopes that Fortune would at some time or other, be propitious to their Amours; and altho' they were so enamour'd of each other, yet dar'd not either of them shew the least sign of their Passion. For now
Turgesius
made it his business to win the Heart of this Lady, and
Maolseachelvin
himself was not the last who discern'd it; nor could he any way forbid his Address, knowing how dangerous a thing it might prove, to stand in competition with so mighty and powerful a King.
Murchoe
was not insensible of it, and to his inexpressible Grief, was forc'd in silence to bewail his Misfortunes, and see all the Joy of his Soul Caress'd and Ador'd by another: What Lamentations and Moans would he make when alone? And what Grief would possess him, when he fear'd that his charming
Dooneflaith
might in time consent to the Love of the Tyrant. He became so Melancholy and Troubled, that the whole Court cou'd not but take notice of it; and notwithstanding he us'd all endeavours to stifle his Flame, yet he could not so closely conceal it, but
Turgesius
(for no Eyes are sharper than those of the Jealous) perceiv'd it; and under pretence that he suspected him to be Ill inclin'd to his Government, Banish'd him the Province, which was a far greater Punishment to the young Prince, than had he instantly doom'd him to Die.
Dooneflaith
was soon made acquainted with the Misfortune of
Murchoe,
in which she took such part, that she had much ado to refrain falling in a swoon before the King, and was forc'd to feign an Excuse to get from his sight; she went slenderly accompanied, having but two Maids who kept at a distance, into a Garden, at the farther end of which was a Grove, whose melancholy shades seem'd fittest for her Condition; and in which obscurity she might have free Liberty (thinking no body by) to vent her Complaints, while her Women, who seeing her sit down on a Bank, retir'd to an Arbour hard by.
It was not without much trouble, and many endeavours that she could find utterance for her words, her sighs and sobs still hindring her Speech; but at length having by large streams of Tears, which ran down her Cheeks, almost drain'd the Channels of her Eyes, she began to give ease to her Heart, which without vent, must have certainly burst.
Oh! unfortunate and miserable
Dooneflaith
(saith she) whither wilt thou fly for ease, since
Murchoe,
the peace of thy Soul is banish'd thy sight, and whose presence was the only stay of my Life; what avails Life, or Eyes to me, now that dear Object's gone? Surely this Tyrant who usurps our Throne, has found I love the Prince, and his Jealous Fears have drove him from the Court, that he might also usurp a place in my Heart! Oh!
Murchoe, Murchoe,
cou'dst thou but know my Soul; Oh! that my sighs could reach thy distant Ears, and make thee sensible of what I suffer for thee.
While she was thus complaining to her self, e're she was aware
Turgesius
approach'd her, and found her in tears; just at the same time as
Murchoe,
who behind an adjoyning Hedge had over-heard all she had said, was going to throw himself at her feet; but seeing
Turgesius
arrive, he lay still, as much pleas'd with what he had learnt from
Dooneflaith
's own mouth, as troubled and afflicted at the coming of so Potent a Rival, who hinder'd him from making known to his Mistriss the sense that he had of her Goodness, and the absolute Power she had gain'd over his Heart.
Dooneflaith
was greatly surpriz'd to see one so near her, whom she so much fear'd, and had cause to hate; she would have risen and left the Place to the King; but was prevented, by his taking her by the Hand, and throwing himself down by her; she, not yet well awaken'd from the lulling Cogitations of her dear
Murchoe,
her beautiful Face all cover'd with blushes, was forc'd to sit down by
Turgesius;
who casting a look, which signify'd how much he was concern'd for her Trouble, desir'd her to tell him the cause of it; adding, if it lay in his power to give her Redress, she had no more to do but command him.
Dooneflaith,
at the present, was at a loss what Answer to make him; 'till after several Demands, she spoke in this manner.
My Lord (said she) you urge me to do that, which I fear when perform'd, will displease you. 'Tis not but that I know the Honour you are pleas'd to confer on our Family in vouchsafeing to cast your Affections on me, who so little deserve them; nor is it, but that I have confidence enough in your Kingly Word, that makes me thus scrupulous; but so it is, unless with an Oath you confirm that you will grant my Request, I shall still keep the cause of my Grief to my self.
Turgesius,
was strangely perplex'd in his Mind, to see one, whom he thought he might have commanded, make Capitulations with him, and so much to distrust the Word of a Monarch, that no less than an Oath would serve to confirm her, He told her,
That had she not gotten an absolute sway over his Heart, he wou'd never have condescended to a thing the most powerful Prince shou'd never have gained from him; in short, he swore to her By Heaven, and all his Pagan Gods, that whatever she demanded if it lay in his power should be granted, upon Condition that she would allow him to love her, and give him leave to hope, that in time his Passion might be rewarded.
My Lord, (reply'd she) you pretend to grant my request, and tell me my Power is absolute, and yet you confine me to that, which perhaps, of all things in the World is opposite to my quiet; as for your loving me, it lies not in my power to hinder; and as for your hopes that your Passion may be rewarded, is a thing I can willingly suffer, so that you will not by your Power and Authority urge me to Marry you against my consent, and with-all, that you would recall the unhappy
Murchoe,
whom I know you have banish'd only for my sake.
Turgesius
after a small pause, answer'd her
Madam said he altho' your Father should command you to marry me, nay, tho' my Life, and my future Eternal happiness only depended upon it, yet will I allow you your own liberty, nor ever Wed you, unless you freely consent to it. But as for
Murchoe
's repeal, it wou'd indeed shew in me too much love, but too little discretion; for I know well, Madam, (says he going on) the
Prince
's Thoughts are too aspiring, and that so long as he lives in the Province, I must expect neither Peace in my Throne, nor my Love, for I have more sufficient Proofs than bare report, that he Rivals me both in your Heart and my Crown: How much cause have I therefore to to hate him? especially now, since you are so much interested for him, I shall but take into my Bosom a Snake, that when warm'd again with my Favour, will sting me to the Heart, and with his Venom rankle all my Peace and Tranquility; however, to shew you that I pretend not to your Love by that power the Heavens have put into my Hands, I freely consent that he stay still at home, nay even here in our Court, and I shall admit him to use all his Art, and make his Addresses to you, so that I likewise may be heard in my turn.
Turgesius
remained some time silent, in expectation of her Answer, but the blessing his Words had pour'd on her Heart, was too mighty for her Tongue, nor knew she how to return him the
Thanks which were due for so noble an Offer, without betraying too much of her Love, but at last overcoming the conflict in her Soul, she utter'd these Words.
Most renowned Conqueror! your Generosity and Goodness have so far wrought on my Heart, that I fear there is nothing in honour you can demand, that I shall have the ability to deny you: And since it hath pleas'd you to leave all to my choice, I make a farther reference of it to Heaven, who I humbly implore to direct all my Actions; and since so freely you have told me your mind, I will be as liberal of mine, and here solemnly protest, that
Murchoe
has never so much as open'd his Mouth, or made known to me by any means whatsoever, the things which you lay to his Charge.
Turgesius
was pleas'd at these Words, and took his leave of her, with a promise immediately to recall
Murchoe,
whom he told her he believ'd was not departed from Court, it being yet within the limits of the time appointed for his Banishment.
Dooneflaith
return'd him such an answer, as the Nobleness of the Deed did require; she told him he had now took the right course to succeed in his Love; but no sooner was he parted from her, but she began to accuse her own Heart for what she had done, and altho' it was only what her love for
Murchoe
had urg'd her to, yet she could not but lightly condemn the way that she had taken to gain his Repeal; she was too sensible there was no room in her Breast for any but
Murchoe,
and that
Turgesius,
with all his endeavours could never supplant the esteem she had for him; and withal, vow'd in her heart, that if once
Murchoe
shou'd mention his Love, to give him such an answer as should not displease him.
Turgesius
had no sooner left her, but at a small distance he espies
Dooneflaith
's two Women, who at present he knew not, and his curiosity pressing him to see who they were that were most melodiously singing to an Harp, which they had brought with them into the Garden, Musick being the chief thing that did of late allay the melancholly humour of their Lady; he therefore retir'd under the covert of an Hedge that was by and had but just laid himself down to give attention to the Song, but he espied
Murchoe
with his Sword in his hand;
Turgesius
call'd to his Guards, thinking he had some design on his Person; but
Murchoe
dissipated those fears, by throwing Himself, and his Sword at the Conquerors Feet, without so much as speaking one Word.
Turgesius,
who was now in a greater surprize, to see his most mortal Enemy (as he thought him) in so suppliant a posture, and not doubting but that
Murchoe
had had some private Conference with his Mistress, was inflam'd with such Jealousy, that with a fierce and angry tone he pronounc'd aloud these Words, which
Dooneflaith
plainly could hear.
Ha! Villain, (says he to
Murchoe
) what rash and inconsiderate Thing art thou, whom Heaven has so far deserted, that thou sett'st thy Life at no higher a rate, than thus to presume to approach one, whom so justly thou hast made thy Enemy, and thus darest to infringe those fatal Orders I have given; and thus by intrenching on the liberty I have allowed thee, for thy two days stay to make preparation for thy Banishment, and takest the privilege to interrupt the solitude of her, whom my heart adores, and thereby pull down thy sudden Undoing.
Murchoe
heard these Threats with a Soul all inflam'd with Revenge; but fearing the prejudice of his Mistress, who now he began to hope, held not his Life indifferent, stifled at present his resentment, and tho' at any other time he had a mortal detestation of Flattery, yet now he thought it most expedient for the working his interest with the divine
Dooneflaith,
answer'd him thus.
Most puissant, yet haughty
Turgesius,
that Title of Villain you gave me, I renounce, and had you been ten times my Conqueror, would retort it back to thy Face; had I not by accident, and not willingly heard how generously you intend to proceed; it is not this miserable Life I fear to lose, nor is it that Heaven has so far deserted me that makes me Bow at your Feet, nor is this posture I am now in, so Suppliant as it is Thankful; I bow thus low to
Turgesius,
not that I fear the worst he can do, but to return him my thanks for the freedom he gives me in once more seeing
Dooneflaith,
and for the liberty he has granted to permit me to make my humble Addresses to her. Now witness for me all ye Pow'rs above, my Life, my Honour, nay, what's more, my very Soul, I set at nought when She e'er stands in Competition. I must confess, and 'tis the first time I ever taught my Tongue to say it, I Love! I Love, the fair, the charming, virtuous, and all divine
Dooneflaith;
but to my everlasting Torment, I love, without expectance of return; no, were my hopes as great and high as Sinners new absolv'd, I should despair, since I have you for my Rival. What Power have I, dejected banish'd I, when such a resistless Conqueror puts in his claim? A Crown, a Crown,
Turgesius,
I fear will dazzle her fair Eyes, so glittering will the mighty Glory shine, that she will look on no less light.
Enough,
Murchoe,
says
Turgesius,
and as I conquer'd thee in Arms, I'll Conquer in my Love; henceforward I'll lay by my Crown, that shall be no title to gain her; nay more, thus far I promise thee, that I will ne'er demand her for my Wife, nor seek her for my Bed on such a Price; Love only shall be currant Coin, and that I'll lavish to acquire my Ends; take then your Sword, take my Forgiveness, thy own Liberty, and if thou canst, take
Dooneflaith,
I'll condescend so low to call thee Rival now; and since unurg'd thou ownest thou lovest her, thou wilt have punishment enough for all thy Crimes, to see her circled by her own consent within these Arms.
By this time the Guards were come up, and
Turgesius,
in the sight of them, and
Dooneflaith,
who also was come up when he call'd to his Guards, took
Murchoe
from the Ground, and in the presence of them all, pronounced his Pardon, and the freedom he allow'd him to make his Addresses to
Dooneflaith.
Dooneflaith
was so taken with his generous Proceeding, that she cou'd not with-hold from giving him a thousand Praises, which made him imagine he had no small Interest in her Heart already; and were as so many stabs in the Breast of
Murchoe,
who now began to think that her pleading for his repeal, was only out of fear that in his absence, he might raise new Forces, and so once more bring
Turgesius
's Life into hazard: After a walk or two in the Garden,
Turgesius
making
Murchoe
take one of
Dooneflaith
's fair hands, while he held the other, they went in all together; and now the whole Court was talking of nothing, but the aspiring Love of
Murchoe,
and the noble Condescention of
Turgesius.
Moalseachelvin
was at that instant with
Brian Boraimh, Murchoe
's Father, in consultation how they should shake off the tyrannous Yoak of this Usurper, when this last adventure came to their Ears,
Moalseachelvin
from thence gather'd some hopes of accomplishing his ends; but
Brian
inwardly accused his Son of disloyalty to his Country, who when he had the Tyrant alone, at his Mercy, prefer'd the love of
Maolseachelvin
's Daughter, before that of his Honour, and his enthrall'd Kingdom, wherefore they both parted at that time, without coming to any result.
The next day
Turgesius
made his addresses to
Dooneflaith,
but found his reception colder than he imagin'd; wherefore sending for her Father, he discover'd his Mind to him, and contrary to his Promise and Oath to
Dooneflaith,
commanded him to use his utmost endeavours to reduce his Daughter to accept his Love.
Murchoe
taking the advantage of
Turgesius
's Permission, went also to
Dooneflaith,
where he freely open'd his Mind, and discover'd to her all that he had heard from her the day before in the Garden, she saw it was now no time any longer to hide her affections, and to the unspeakable joy of
Murchoe,
confess'd that he had won so much on her heart, that would their Parents consent, she was willing to accept him for her
Husband;
this was not so privately done, but a Spy whom
Turgesius
had secretly plac'd there to that purpose, made him acquainted with all that had pass'd, which rais'd such confusion in his Soul, that he knew not how to be reveng'd on
Murchoe,
nor what punishment to inflict on
Dooneflaith;
but after many tormenting
Cogitations,
was resolv'd, himself, to be a private Spectator; and if that he found what he fear'd, (and was told him) to be true, to end
Murchoe
's Life with his own hand.
Wherefore in a day or two after, seeing
Dooneflaith
was inexorable to all his Intreaties, he seem'd to give over his Suit, and now
Murchoe
had the greater liberty of prosecuting his Amours. He had endur'd all the reproaches that an incens'd Father cou'd make him, and had in vain solicited for his consent, and altho' he found his Mistress, and also her Father no ways averse, but rather desiring the Match, yet to his affliction and sorrow he could see no probability of his happiness, since his own Father stood so much against it: No Prayers, nor Intreaties cou'd move him, and he had charged him no more to visit
Dooneflaith
upon that account.
Murchoe,
who had yet never known what Disobedience to his Father was, and had never broke the least of his Commands, now saw himself in a miserable condition, either he must loose the love of his Father, or that of his Mistress, both equally destructive to him, he resolves, at last, to follow his Duty, in hopes that in time his Love thereby would prove more happy; he fail'd not however to pay her his visits, tho' with a Countenance less assur'd than before; and she could not but observe the great alteration that was wrought in his Heart; his Words bore not those soft and sweet accents they were wont, nor did he put that joy on his Face as formerly he had: She could not see so mighty a change, but ask'd to be inform'd of the cause, which with disjointed Words, and heavy Sighs he at length told her.
O Madam! (says he,
with his Eyes flowing over with Tears
) how unhappy is the wretched
Murchoe,
since even the Heavens conspire to his Misery! and, but that I have reason to hope that I am not altogether indifferent to you, I should not thus pine and waste to my Grave, but boldly at once leap o'er the battlements of Life, and seek for a Death the nearest way.
Dooneflaith
hearing him talk of Death, took him by the hand, and (with a thousand soft charms in her Eyes, tho' half drown'd in Tears, said to him)
O my Lord! can any thing make your Life so burdensome that you would quit it so long as I love you? can you thing of wounding a Heart wherein I have an interest? For so nearly ally'd are all your Sufferings to my self, that not one drop falls from your Eyes, but my Heart answers with the like of Blood: Say then, my
Murchoe,
what has befallen? Has
Turgesius
given you cause of Jealousy? or do you think because I allow of his Visits (which Heaven knows is not in my pow'r to prevent, or I would) that I ever can consent to his Love? No, no,
Murchoe,
not all the Diadems in the World, not all the Monarchs on Earth shall put you from my Heart; there you, and none but you shall Reign, but play not the Tyrant there, and by
Turgesius
's Example take delight to spoil and ransack what I so freely give,
—Here her Sighs broke off her Speech, and rais'd our Lover from the Extasies her tender Words had cast him into.
Dry up (oh! my Souls dear Treasure, says he) these precious Drops, the moyety of which would largely expiate the Sins of all Mankind; I know thou lov'st me, and am prouder in that Title, than were I Monarch of the Universe; but my Dearest, Charming
Dooneflaith,
thy Love alone but makes me miserable, since I must only see there is an Heaven, but never be admitted to it. My — Oh
Dooneflaith,
my Cruel Father has commanded me to Love no more; no more to talk and spend my happy Hours in thy blest Company, no more to sit and gaze on that dear Face, no more to change soft Looks, and Prattle with our Eyes the Secrets of our Hearts; no more now must I wish for Night, that in my Dreams my
Dooneflaith
may delight me, nor waking in the Morning rise to make me blessed in my Visits to you.
Turgesius
is all merciful and good, his Heart more soft and pliant than my Father's, or were it not, with this Sword I'd—
Here
Turgesius
came from the Place in which he had over-hear'd all, and was so transported with his Rage, that had not
Dooneflaith
interpos'd,
Murchoe
(e'er he could have turned in his own Defence) had been laid as a Sacrifice to his Anger dead at his feet, nor had he the patience (so much was he blinded with Passion) to stay till he had call'd his Guards; but enter'd alone unarmed all but his Sword.
Murchoe
was so lost in his Sorrow, that till he heard
Dooneflaith
shriek out, he saw him not enter, and was ready to save
Turgesius
the pains, and have dy'd of himself, when he saw his Mistress hold his Rival in her Arms; then falling on her Knees (still holding by his Robe) and profusely showring down floods of Tears to save her Lovers Life.
O
Turgesius,
my Lord, my King and Conqueror, spare, O mighty Monarch, spare my
Murchoe
's Life, and in exchange I'll give you this of mine; kill not a Man, the Gods themselves wou'd mourn to lose, one whom their utmost Skill can never parallell.
Turgesius
by this time repented him of his entring alone, knowing by that rashness, that he hazzarded a Life, his Love, and a Crown, against a Man most stout, and much beneath him; wherefore going to retreat, he was prevented by
Murchoe,
who by this time had got between him and the Door, and stood ready with his Sword in his Hand to hinder his passage.
Is this, (says he to him) according to your Kingly Word? Do you esteem your Vows and Oaths so little? Then Heaven refuse me, when I beg its Mercy, if I let slip this opportunity. No, Faithless Tyrant, now I meet thee single, come from thy Buckler there, and meet me fairly, now show thy Valour, and preserve thy Life, by taking mine; for all the Powers above have joyn'd consent, that one of us must fall.
Turgesius
could no longer listen to his threats, but (disengaging himself from
Dooneflaith,
he cry'd out)
Good Gods, if Insolence like this, to me, who am thy King, shall 'scape without its just Reward, and go away unpunish'd, let every Schoolboy whip me with a Rod; and may the Women brand me, with the hated Name of Coward!
Die Traytor (goes he on making a stroak at him)
since one of us must fall, take a Death too glorious for so base a Villain from thy Monarch's Hands.
Here they both engag'd in Fight, but
Dooneflaith
fearing the loss of her lov'd
Murchoe,
catches hold of
Turgesius
's Arms, by which means she gave
Murchoe
opportunity to get within him, and disarm him.
Now, Sir (says
Murchoe
) but that I scorn so poor and base Revenge, and would not use the advantage given me by a Woman, I'd ease the Kingdom of its Thraldome, and free my self from a perfidious Rival. 'Tis she alone, that vertuous lovely Lady, whose presence charms my Hand from giving thee that Death which thou deservest. O Madam (says he turning to
Dooneflaith
) how inglorious have you made my Name! that, had you given me leave, might have resounded through the World, and born the Title of its Countrys Saver!
Ireland
should then have had its native Liberty again, and I perhaps been chose their King, proud only in that Glory, to lay my Crown beneath your Feet.
Turgesius
(with a dauntless Front) told him how much he was indebted to
Dooneflaith,
who had not only Repeal'd his Banishment, but had now given him the advantage over him. He told him withal, how base and mean insulting was; and bid him, since he was in his power, to use him as he pleas'd; but charg'd him still to be mindful how he got the Victory so much he boasted of.
Murchoe
cou'd no longer endure the thoughts of making use of the Advantage given him against a single Man, threw
Turgesius
his Sword, and bid him use it once more. But
Dooneflaith
ran to him, and with Tears in her Eyes, besought him to desist; but nothing could prevail; and had not some of the Courtiers and Guards (who by this time were come to the place, hearing the clashing of Swords) prevented (by disarming the valiant
Murchoe) Turgesius
had a second time fall'n under his Mercy; for just as they had seiz'd on him,
Turgesius
's Sword broke short to his Hand.
It was not without many commands that
Turgesius
himself cou'd hinder the enrag'd Soldiers from taking
Murchoe
's Life, and cutting him to pieces even before his Mistresses Eyes, who now pleaded in his behalf so persuasively, that she obtain'd of the Monarch his Liberty of Life, with Condition that he forthwith left the Kingdom.
Murchoe
after what he had done, was glad at present on any Conditions to get from the malice of the enraged
Danes;
wherefore without so much as taking his Leave of
Dooneflaith,
he fled from the Court; but not being willing to leave his Native Soil, by which he knew he should utterly be depriv'd of all means of serving his Mistress; whose absence now ran more in his Mind than all his other Misfortunes, his Life became in two or three Days so cumbersom to him, that he was resolv'd either to lose it, or free it, together with all
Ireland
of the Tyrannous Burthen it bore. To which end, he posts to
Armagh,
whereof
Turgesius
was quickly inform'd, and at four several times in one Month, caused Fire to be set to that City, to drive him from thence: Nor did he spare either Monastery or Church that stood in his way, lest he should take Sanctuary in them. He likewise put to Death all their Priests, and plac'd Heathen Lay-Abbots in every Cloister. Nor did his fury spare either Sex or Age, whom he thought favour'd his Concealment.
The poor afflicted
Dooneflaith
spent all her Nights and Days in most cruel condolement for the loss of her
Murchoe;
nor could all the fair Promises or large Offers
Turgesius
could make, win her to bestow on him, even to his own Face, any other than the Title of Tyrant; in hopes that thereby she might raise his Cruelty to that pitch, as to give her a Death, which next to the Love of her dear
Murchoe,
would now be most welcome unto her.
Turgesius
's Love now became so fierce and unruly in his Breast, that nothing but the Enjoyment of
Dooneflaith
could allay it, or give him one moment of ease; he resolv'd in himself, nothing should
impede
his Desires; wherefore he once more sends to her Father
Maolseachelvin,
to use his Authority with his Daughter, and make her more pliant to his Love; or that all who belong'd to her, should feel the weight of his Anger, and know how fatal the Consequence should be in case she refus'd, and did not come willingly into his Arms; he had left off his Addresses to her, after having found her impregnable, and wait-a while for an Answer from
Maolseachelvin.
Some days pass'd, and the unfortunate
Dooneflaith
began to entertain hopes that the Tyrant had quitted his Suit, and that her ill usage of him had banish'd his Love; she had now time enough to bewail her Misfortunes, and miss'd not a Day, in which she went not to the Grove in the Garden to ease her sorrowful Heart by Complaints. One Day among the rest, she was got into an Arbour, where having wearied her self with her Grief, soft slumbers seal'd up her Eyes, and laid her to Sleep, and in her Dreams she imagin'd she saw
Murchoe
all bloody come into her Room, and give her a thousand Reproaches of being unfaithful; then pulling a Sword from under his Robe, he would have pierc'd his own Breast; at the sight whereof,
Dooneflaith
started out of her Sleep, in such an Agony, that she was not her self in an hour or two after. But having well consider'd 'twas only a Dream, and the Fancy of her Distemper'd Brain, she fell to complaining again.
Oh! merciless Powers, said she, how long will you make me the Mark of your Anger? why, O relentless Heav'ns! are you so Cruel! Oh ease me of my Misery, or Life! For what unknown Offence do you afflict me thus? Thus Rack and Torture one, who always to the utmost of her Power, has been Obedient to your holy Wills! which even now, amidst this Mass of Woe, I willingly submit unto! All I request, is but one farewell sight of him I love next to your selves; let him but once more bless my Eyes, and I shall die contented.
No sooner had she utter'd these words, but she saw at the entrance of the Arbour, one in a Womans Dress, who at first view she knew not; but recollecting her self, she perceiv'd to be
Murchoe.
Thanks, bounteous Heaven, said she, now my Prayers are heard, this Charitable Act has cancell'd all your former Cruelty; wellcome my Love,
says she, running to take him in her Arms; but how was she surpriz'd to see him shun her soft Embraces! and stood gazing on her, as tho' he had never seen her before.
Ah!
Murchoe,
says the charming Maid, is it thus you requite all my Sufferings? Can my Embraces be thought troublesome! or sure I do mistake, and this is not my Love, but some illusion that does wear his Face, and come to mock my Miseries.
Murchoe
was so astonish'd at his suddain Happiness, that he could scarcely believe what he heard, or saw; and
Dooneflaith
was so much alter'd with her continual Pineing and Grief, that he scarce knew her: But his Senses assuming their former strength, he ran to her, and fell at her feet, where he vented such a flood of Tears, and so many Sighs, that he was not able for some time to utter one word, while the passionate
Dooneflaith,
fearing he was grown unkind, or jealous, fell down by him in a Trance.
Murchoe,
not minding where he was, and what hazard he ran of discovering himself, and consequently of losing his Life, call'd out for Help, naming himself a thousand times over, to have been the unfortunate fatal Cause.
Oh!
Murchoe, Murchoe,
said he, what hast thou done? Oh! I cou'd stab my Heart, tear all my Limbs, and gnaw my very Flesh, for being thus rash! Cursed be my Life, and blasted be my Hopes, which thus have made me take on this Disguise, O
Dooneflaith,
my lovely Dear, my charming Saint look up, look up, thy
Murchoe
calls; more miserable now than are the wretched Damn'd! Oh ye Inhabitants above, look down, and lend your aid; recall the parting Life of her whose Loss will make this Kingdom Poor.
Dooneflaith
by this time coming to her self again, gave him a Sign that she liv'd by a Groan.
O blessed sound, said he, what Musick dost thou make in my Heart! such a sad accent coming from my Love, at any other time, wou'd rend my very Soul; but now since 'tis the Messenger of Life, 'tis more Melodious than the Songs of Angels are; repeat it once again, and bless my Ears.—Ha! says
Dooneflaith,
where am I? What super-Officious Hand hath brought me back to Life! What more than savage Beast, could be so cruel to awake me from my long Eternal Sleep.
But opening her Eyes and seeing
Murchoe,
she alter'd her Note, and gave Heav'n a thousand thanks for their Kindness, and ask'd him forgiveness for what she had said.
He had yet no power to Answer, nor wou'd his Kisses permit her to finish what e'er she began, and to their mutual Content and Satisfaction, they spent some time in the silent Oratory of their Eyes, where each so feelingly did tell such Stories, as Words cou'd ne'er express.
Murchoe
was the first who broke silence, and return'd her a million of Thanks for the interest she had taken in all that he suffer'd, they made a thousand new Protestations of Loving till Death, and gave each other firm assurances of future Fidelity. They were parting, with Promises to see each other as often as they could when
Maolseachelvin
her Father enters, taking
Murchoe,
(not minding his Face, which he took care to conceal,) for one of his Daughters Women, let him pass by without the least suspicion.
Maolseachelvin
told
Dooneflaith
that she must prepare, for in three Days he had promis'd
Turgesius
to send her unto him, accompany'd with fifteen other Virgins, as a Victim to allay the Fury, that her Obstinacy, and
Murchoe
's Treachery had rais'd in his Breast. He stay'd not to receive any Answer, but went forwards to perfect the Walk he intended, and to think of the Project that was working in his Brain.
No sooner was he out of sight, but the afflicted
Dooneflaith
betook her to the Arbour again, and throwing her self on a Bank, she vented her Sorrow in this manner.
Oh Cruel, Barbarous Father, said she, and have you at length consented to a separation 'twixt me, and my
Murchoe,
to become the Wife of
Turgesius.
But that, I can easily hinder. Besides, he has Sworn he will never Request it, but by my permission, which I will sooner grant to Furies to hurry me to Hell. No, inhuman Parent, tho' you and all the World wou'd grant me His! yet if none else will, Death shall forbid the Banes. But if forgetful of his Oaths, he forces me to Wed him, ev'n in the Tyrant's sight, I'll Pierce my Heart, and spurt the reaking stream full in his hated Face.
Murchoe
having seen
Maolseachelvin
quit his Daughter, and observing her to retire back into the Arbour, follow'd after her, to enquire what her Father had said. But in what a Consternation was he? when, as he entred, he beheld her tearing her lovely Hair, and imprinting the marks of her Rage on her beautiful Face, and giving such stroaks on her tender Breast, as were enough to force Life from its seat.
Murchoe
ran to her, and put a stop to her Hands, which surely else had ruin'd so much Beauty, as none but she could ever boast of.
Oh! unkind
Dooneflaith,
said he to her, what new afflicton has befall'n my Love? that thus she seeks to spoil the fairest Temple, Beauty ever fram'd.
Oh
Murchoe,
replies the despairing
Dooneflaith,
leave me to my self, my Griefs are catching, and with its black Contagion will infect thy Soul; Heaven has not yet left pouring down its Wrath, and what alone was meant for me, may fall on you; the Gods above have mark'd me out a Subject for their utmost Cruelties! My Father,—Oh, I blush to call him so, forgetting me, forgetting Honour and himself, has giv'n me o'er into the Tyrant's Hands; but Three Days time I have allow'd to mourn the loss of thee my Love, and everlasting Happiness.
How short, says
Murchoe,
and fading are poor Lover's Joys? For but some Moments since, I thought my self in Heaven, and whilst infolded in my
Dooneflaith
's Arms, I thought no Misery cou'd e'er approach me! Then what a Fall is here, flung down at once from that stupendous height, and dash'd in pieces in the lowest Hell. Oh
Maolseachelvin,
whither is all thy Glory fled? How canst thou condescend to give this Gem to one who knows not half the value of it.
While they were thus condoling their hard fortune, and saying all the soft things Love could inspire them with,
Moalseachelvin
returns, and hearing his Daughter's Voice in the Arbour, enter'd, and found our Lovers Arm in Arm, in which posture they had resolv'd to end their Lives together, and never part, but go Hand in Hand to Death: Which had not her Father entred, and snatch'd the Dagger out of
Murchoe
's Hands, had been effected.
Murchoe
seeing
Maolseachelvin,
could not forbear discovering himself to him, and giving him a thousand Reproaches for yielding to the Tyrant's will.
Maolseachelvin
was amaz'd to find him in Company with his Daughter, and in such a Dress; but having resolv'd with himself what to do, he thought it but Wisdom to conceal it till some fitter Season. Wherefore not minding what
Murchoe
said to him, he ask'd his Daughter, if she had consider'd well of what he had told her.
Most Honour'd Sir, reply'd the weeping
Dooneflaith,
can I admit such Thoughts as those; your self, nay Heav'n must Curse me if I do! What, Wed a Tyrant! one whose wicked Hands have ransack'd all our Holy Temples, demolish'd all our Altars! burnt all our Churches, and raz'd our Monasteries, Ravish'd our Nuns, slain our Pious Priests, and thrown the very Sacred Host it self to the Dogs; whose Tyranny has Murder'd our Nobles, and fir'd our Towns and Cities! Can such an one be thought a Match for her, whom you with Pious Care have taught to hate! Oh! rather, Sir, (upon my Knees I beg it) take back this wretched Life you once bestow'd me.
No, Daughter, answers
Maolseachelvin,
'tis not to be his Wife (for that's a Name which blasts the Lover's Joys) he'd have you only for his Concubine, use you a while, and then return you back, you have taken Care he ne'er shall be your Husband, by the Oaths you've made him swear, and in Revenge, he is resolv'd to have you—his Mistress, reply'd
Dooneflaith
hastily, "Oh! Heavens, my Father sure is Mad; his Reverend Heart o'er-laden with its Fears, has banish'd Sense from thence! What, be the Tyrant's Mistress! You cannot sure have such a thought as that! you say but this to try my Resolution! O, have some pity on your wretched Daughter, add not more misery unto my troubled Breast, already over-burden'd with my Woes.
Maolseachelvin
could hardly refrain from Tears, to see the sad Condition his Daughter was in; however he goes on, and laid before her the Power of
Turgesius,
and that if she did not willingly consent, he would have her by force.
Think, says he to her, how you cou'd endure to see a loving Father Murder'd before your Face; for that and more he swears to do, if you consent not to his Love; he vows when he has had his Will, which all the Powers above he is resolv'd shall not hinder, he'll give your Body to the vilest
Danes,
and let the meanest Soldiers use you as they please. Then think again, how happy thou may'st live, how High and Glorious sit on
Ireland
's Throne, if by your Love you sooth this Mighty Monarch.
Murchoe
who all this while stood Thunder-struck to hear these impious urgings of her Father, cou'd no longer forbear uttering his Mind, with Eyes sparkling with Anger, he stept up to him.
And can
Maolseachelvin,
says he, then become so base? Can he, whom
Ireland
's Hopes are fix'd upon, degenerate from his Vertuous Noble Ancestors, and from a Prince, become a Bawd! unheard of Wickedness, a Pander to his Child! 'Twill cancel all my former thoughts of Vertue, and make me think thou never didst beget her; for surely such a pure untainted stream cou'd never rise from so impure a Spring! Or were you ten times over her Father, if it were possible, she shou'd not now obey; I with these Hands wou'd sooner give her Death my self.
No, Ambitious, Vain-glorious Boy, answers
Maolseachelvin,
it is not in thy Power to give her Death, or save thy Life—
So calling to two young Gentlemen, who waited without, and whom he had won to his Purpose, and had promis'd in all things to follow his Directions, he commanded them to lay hold on
Murchoe,
and then went on.
Now see rash Youth, says he, how Fatal 'tis to play with Thunder, whose Bolt has fallen, and crush'd thee to the Earth; I'll send thee bound in Chains along with her, which Act will doubly gain
Turgesius
's Heart,
Dooneflaith
seeing them seize on
Murchoe,
ran to him, and taking hold of his Arms, would have stop'd him; but her Father loosing her hold, she fell upon her Knees, and, with a Torrent of Tears, besought him to save the Life of
Murchoe.
Do with me, says she, what you please, give my unspotted Honour to the Tyrant's Lust, Brand me with Infamy, but save this Noble Youth.
Yes, Mistress, answers her Father, your Honour is unspotted, when in your Arms I found the lusty Lover; for thy sake only, tis he now shall die. O Good Gods! (cries out
Dooneflaith
) where shall the Innocent fly for Refuge, if you neglect protecting them? Am I the wretched Cause that he must bleed? Oh! Heavens, I thought it was not in your Power to add, to what I felt before; but now my misery is doubled on me. Oh! dearest Father have you quite forgot all pity, abandon'd all remorse? Can you suspect me guilty of so foul a Crime, and let me breath? I that till now you always counted good! Witness ye all-knowing Powers how guiltless I am of this blasting Calumny; by all that's Holy, Just and Sacred
No Lustful Heat e'er warm'd my Virgin Breast;
Bate but that Thought, and I'll forgive the rest.
Then look upon his Youth, his hopeful, Noble Youth, and pity his Misfortunes; he knows no Sin, unless vertuous Love be such. O dearest Father, I conjure you save his Life, by all the Charms which Honour can inspire; by my dear Mothers Soul, by all your hopes of
Ireland
's Future Happiness, and by the Glory you shall win by this good Deed, release him strait, let not me beg in vain, you was not us'd to see me thus in Tears upon my Knees, and yet refuse to grant me my Request.
Murchoe
seeing
Maolseachelvin
so obdurate to all her Intreaties, fell likewise on his Knees.
Behold, said he, with Tears, the humble
Murchoe
suppliant at thy Feet, who begs not to preserve his Life, but your dear Daughter's Honour, send her away, and lay the blame on me, I'll own 'twas I, who bore her from his-Arms; then to appease his Wrath, let me be sent unto him, I'll willingly endure his utmost rage, and count my Life well spent to save her Virtue.
Oh! no, dear honour'd Sir, says
Dooneflaith,
first send me to his Arms, where you will only lose a Woman's Life, my Vertue cannot suffer so long as there are means to stop my breath; or when the Letcher comes all fir'd with Lust, I'll cool his Veins, by letting forth his blood, or at the worst, I'll drown him in my own.
Maolseachelvin
could no longer hold out; but running first to his Daughter, then doing the like to
Murchoe,
he took them both into his Arms, and wept a flood upon their Necks.
Right virtuous Pair, said he, whom Heaven has sent to make me happy in my latter days, my loving Children both; forgive the Tryal I have made; Now witness for me all ye bless'd above, I hold ye equally as dear as Life, as Honour, or my precious Soul; and since I find so well you Love each other, curs'd be that Man who would untie this Knot: Now wipe your Tears away as I do mine, tho' sprung from different Causes; yours, from your Sorrows, mine, from mighty Joy; stifle your Grief, as I conceal my Vengeance. Make thee his Mistress—Now Heaven forgive me, if I would not sooner damn than harbour such a thought; I for my dear lov'd Daughter's honour, would set at nought my sweet immortal Soul. No,
Dooneflaith,
no, Genereus
Murchoe,
I have so contriv'd it, she shall be sent to him, and as he writes to me here (shewing them the Letter willingly,) has also commanded me to send him Fifteen young Virgins of our Noblest Blood, to slake the burning lust of his Chief Officers, I'll send them too. But since so well thy Womans Dress becomes thee, thou shalt be one, and Fourteen Youths, as Bold and Valiant as thy self shall go, all clad and dress'd like thee, with each a Sword beneath their Gowns. I have sent to those who have taken shelter in the Woods, Mountains, and Boggs, to be in readiness, and have a Thousand Men, who at the Signal given, shall fall upon his Guards. Letters already I have dispatch'd to every City in our Country, to bid them Rise on such a Night.
When you are entred, and they all deep in Wine, frolick and gay, their Bloods all boyling hot, secure each one his Officer by Death, I'll trust my Daughter with the Tyrant's Fate; strike home my Girl, and dip thy Dagger to the Hilt, then let him take his fill of Love, Caress and Court thee then. But now we must disperse; and you,
Murchoe
till after to Morrow, which is the appointed Day, shall lie conceal'd in my House; these Gentlemen who are my trusty Countrymen, and well approved Friends, shall forthwith to the scatter'd
Irish,
and get 'em to an Head, then lead them like a Torrent on our Foes.
They all swore Secrecy, and departed, only
Dooneflaith
and
Murchoe
were not separated till it was late, but went together into her Chamber, where, to their inexpressible satisfaction and mutual joy, they Supp'd together, and passed away the hours till Bedtime, then
Murchoe
was Conducted into an Apartment by himself, where he spent that Night on the thoughts of the past Days Adventures, and the important Affairs they were to perform in a short time after.
The next Morning
Maolseachelvin
sent a Messenger to
Turgesius,
promising according to his Commands, that he had won on his Daughter to obey him; and that as he hop'd for his Kingly Favour hereafter, he would not fail upon the Morrow Night to send her, accompany'd with Fifteen Virgins more, who were also willing to run the same Fate, and participate of the Joys their Mistress should receive in so splendid an Entertainment.
Turgesius
was almost ravish'd with this News, for certainly no Man ever lov'd, or rather lusted to the degree he did; he was resolv'd to have lost the whole Kingdom but he would enjoy her; his eager Joy sat heavy on his Heart, for Love is most impatient on Crown'd Heads. But finding her come thus easily, he spar'd not for any thing that might make her Reception Magnificent. He sent for Fifteen of his Chiefest Commanders, and told them what a Treatment he had for them. In short, the whole Court was almost new model'd, the Rooms adorn'd with Rich Beds, and the most Costly Hangings.
Never was Palace so galantly set out with Gold, Jewels, and Tapestry as this, not any thing below the Dignity of Silver, and that curiously wrought and Massive, was us'd in any of the Chambers; Cloth of Tissue was the meanest Furniture they had; the Candlesticks were Gold; so that all the Wealth those Sacrilegious
Danish
Heathens had despoil'd the Churches and Monasteries of, with all the Plunder they had taken at Sacking of Towns, and King's Courts, were all now brought to this Palace; so that it might be said, That one Spot of Ground, held more Wealth than all
Ireland
besides.
Nor were the Wines but of the Richest, and all the variety of Viands which could be procur'd, were sent for to this Place, and every one was employ'd in some Office or other; and the King, with his Commanders almost Mad for the arrival of the happy Night, their longing impatience thought that almost an Age, which was only but twenty four Hours.
The Hour at length arriv'd, and
Dooneflaith
set out with a Noble Train of suppos'd young Virgins, whereof Fifteen of them were of the most Handsome, and yet most Stout and Resolute Youths of
Ireland,
as well and gloriously Dress'd as Hands, Jewels, and Art could effect it; each having one or two others to attend him as his Servant, or Waiting-Woman, in the same Female Apparel, and each a short Sword under his Gown.
Turgesius
went about a Mile out of his Court to meet them, as soon as he had news of their approach, accompanied with Fifteen of his Choicest Commanders, some whereof he had sent for out of strong Cities wherein they Commanded, who also had with them an equal Train of Attendants.
The first interview of the two Parties, was such a Sight as might have equal'd, if not exceeded, that of
Alexander,
when he met
Thalestris
and her
Amazons
upon the Banks of the
Euphrates.
It seem'd as tho'
Mars
himself had led the Van of all the other Gods, to meet with
Venus
and the Female Deities.
Turgesius,
and all who follow'd him, quite forgetting their Grandeur, and Martial Habitude, descended from their shining Gilded Chariots, and went to those of the Ladies. Nor had
Maolseachelvin
spar'd Cost to make his Daughters Equipage more Magnificent and Glorious than any that
Ireland
had seen before, especially that of the Charming
Dooneflaith,
which was so Richly Furnish'd, that at a distance in the glittering Sun-beams it was too Glorious to be lookt upon, and struck a sort of Blindness in the Spectator's Eyes who beheld it. She was drawn by six milk white Horses, Caparison'd with Trappings of Gold, an the Chariot wherein she rode was open, having Rich Embroider'd Curtains held up by young
Cupids,
who seem'd well pleas'd, and smiling at the Deity that they attended; nor were the others much less sumptuous.
In short, who e're had been to see the first Greeting, could not but have been astonish'd at so Noble a Sight.
Turgesius,
(as tho' he had long practis'd the Art of Love) so behav'd himself, that even
Dooneflaith
was mov'd with Compassion, at the great Action she was to perform. However, she seem'd as eager to reveive his Caresses, as if she had met with the Man whom her Soul ador'd. After some few Compliments had pass'd on either side, (the Women having by this time alighted to meet the Men) they all mounted again, the Monarch taking
Dooneflaith
into his own Chariot, and the other Commanders following his Example, did the like with those who came with her.
And now being Pair'd, they set forward for the Court; all the way that they rode, they were diverted by Trumpets and Wind-Musick, which in their turns made a Seraphick Harmony. But that which most of all Charm'd the Ears of the Warriours, were the soft and melting Expressions the counterfeit Ladies did use; which were so ravishing, and tender, that not one of
Turgesius
's Train but could willingly have wish'd to have pass'd by the Ceremony of Supping, and have gone immediately to their Chambers; even
Turgesius
himself thought the time, tho' spent in his Mistresses Company but irksom and long, so eager was he to have the sweet Charmer in his Embraces.
But Supper being ended, the description whereof, would but delay the recital of things more material, they prepar'd for their Beds, and
Dooneflaith
was led up by the suppos'd Maidens who came with her to the Chamber that was assign'd for the Monarch; He being impatient for the dear happiness his Soul so much long'd for, thought them too tedious in undressing her, and putting her to Bed; being no longer able to defer the happy moment, disarm'd himself below, as all the rest of the Commaners did, laying their Arms on a Table in the great Hall, went each to his Chamber, expecting the coming of Her he had chose. But
Turgesius
no sooner entred his Room, for he came alone, than he was seiz'd on, and immediately gagg'd, that no out-cry might be made; they had certainly kill'd him, had not
Murchoe
interceeded; who told him he now paid him back a Debt that he ow'd him, ever since he was so generous to save his Life formerly from the outrage of his Soldiers and Guards, who were ready to have cut him in pieces, when he fought with him in
Dooneflaith
's Apartment; in retaliation of which, he wou'd now save his Life from the threatning Swords of those who justly thirsted for his Blood.
Turgesius
was not a little surpriz'd at the unlook'd for Adventure; but above all, at the gallant Generosity of his Noble Enemy, and incens'd Rival, he would have made him such an Answer as suited the greatness of the Act, had he had the liberty of speaking. But now his Heart was so troubled at the loss of
Dooneflaith,
and all his ravishing hopes were so blasted, that Life to him was but an unnecessary thing; he began tho' too late, to think how dearly he must pay for his Lust, and how pompous the Solemnity had been made for the bringing on his utter Destruction.
The thoughts of the loss of a Crown, came crowding upon him, and he could not but be sensible what a lasting Infamy this Action must lay on his blind and inconsiderate Credulity. How would he, in his Mind, Curse the time that he first saw that Charming Seducer, and now beheld her with more Detestation and Horror, than heretofore he had done with Love and Pleasure.
But we must leave him to himself, and return to the rest, who (after the seizing
Turgesius
) had no better success than their King, unless ending a miserable Life might be accounted some mitigation of their Misfortunes. The Signal was presently given out of the Court Windows to the small Army that
Maolseachelvin
had brought to the Gates, and all those Attendants and Servants who came with his Daughter, were in a readiness to give the Onset to those in the Palace.
Turgesius
and his Train no sooner rose from the Table, but the inferior Commanders and Officers were set down to it; each with one of those under Women who came with
Dooneflaith;
the Bowls of Wine were going merrily about, and the
Danes
(who are potent in
Bacchus
's Battles) were too busie, and the Musick too loud to let them hear
Maolseachelvin,
when with his Arm'd Men he forc'd his way into the Palace; and they were greatly surpriz'd when they saw a whole Band of stout
Irish-men
well Arm'd enter the Hall. It was now no time to demand what they meant; for e'er they could scarce turn about to see who they were, they met with their Fate,
A greater Confusion was never seen, the Tables were all overthrown, and the Blood of the
Danes,
with that of the Grape, promiscuously mingled, made a purple Deluge on the Floor; nor was there a
Dane
that Night in the Court, who found not his Death, except
Turgesius
the Tyrant, who was reserv'd for a more ignominious and miserable End.
Nor had this Great Undertaking any worse success in the other parts of
Ireland;
for those Towns and Cities whose Governours were slain at the Feast (more bloody than that of the
Centaurs
) hearing of the loss of their Commanders and their King, lost with them their Courage, and yielded an easie Victory to the brave
Irish,
who in a short time after, releas'd the whole Kingdom from the slavish Tyranny of the
Danes,
to their Lawful Subjection under a Monarch of their own, which was by the consent of the Nobles plac'd on
Maolseachelvin,
for the gallant Exploit he had done, for then their Monarchs were Elective, and with good reason the Choice fell on him.
Now the
Irish
had thrown off the
Danish
Yoak, and were again at Liberty, each enjoying the benefit of Peace, which was introduc'd by a most bloody and furious War. Nor was there a
Dane
left in the whole Country, but such who they us'd as their Slaves, and put to mean Offices; and those who were before so busie in demolishing and burning of Churches and Monasteries, were now employ'd either as Smiths, Carpenters, or Masons, in their Re-building, and the Church-Lands were all restor'd to their proper uses. The Lay-Abbots whom the
Danes
had plac'd there, were cast out of the Cloisters and slain, and the whole Kingdom began once more to Flourish in Christianty, and was establish'd in the true Worship of God.
It is necessary, e'er we proceed any farther, to give a step back, and see what became of our Lovers, and the depos'd Usurper; who, some time after his Defeat, was led about the Streets, thro' which so often he had rode in Splendor and Triumph, now Manacled, and loaden with Chains, and became a scoff and derision to those, o'er whom so lately he Triumph'd, and in this Condition (with a shouting throng of the Vulgar) was he conducted to the River
Laugh-Ainme,
into which he was cast, and finish'd a burthensom Life, by being their drowned.
Our two Lovers, had now, as they thought, no other Obstacle, but the consent of
Bryan Boriamhe
Father to
Murchoe,
who they hop'd would agree to their Marriage. The Valiant
Murchoe
in that Night's great Action, having shifted his Womans Apparel, put on the more becoming one of Arms, and flew like Lightning to assist his Country-men, leaving the care and safeguard of
Dooneflaith
to her Father, and it was some days e'er he return'd, but to his great misery; for now
Maolseachelvin
having the prospect of a Crown in his sight, and having stomach'd
Bryan
's denial of their Marriage before, was firmly resolv'd that interest should not bring him to consent to it now. Wherefore going to his Daughter, and taking her into his Closet, he Commanded her on her Duty, no longer to think of her Lover; but when
Murchoe
return'd, to use him as one who was most indifferent to her.
Oh! dearest Sir, says
Dooneflaith,
can what you say be true? Can he who sav'd my Honour, and redeem'd his mourning Country be thus hardly us'd by me! He save thy Honour, and redeem his Country (replies her Father in an angry tone) did you your self, did I, and all the rest of the brave Princes of this Land, do nothing? Hear what I say, and for your life obey me, for what I have design'd, no Prayers, or Charms, tho' drest in the best Garb of Eloquence, adorn'd with all the Tears and taking Looks thy Beauty can put on, tho' on thy Knees thou follow'st me about, thou shalt not shake or move my fixt resolve. If when
Murchoe
shall return, with eager Joys to run into thine Arms, with frowns and scorns avoid his soft Embraces, give him no Answer, but disdainful Looks, or here I swear I'll stab him before thy Face.
Oh! Reverend Sir, says
Dooneflaith,
recal that cruel Oath; how can you think this Heart, that is all Love, all soft and tender to the noble
Murchoe,
can teach my Face to put on such disguise! Cou'd I consent, to shew my Filial Duty, and obey, my Eyes would soon betray my Heart; and tho' my words were cold and all unkind, yet they would shoot such fiery Darts, as would declare they were but counterfeit; my very Eyes, spight of my best efforts, would talk and tell the tenders of my Soul; each interrupting sigh I give, will bear no consort with my Tongue.
By Heaven (says her Father) do as I command, shew but one amorous glance, one heave, one pant, or sigh, and I will blind those tell-tale Eyes of thine, and give thee truly cause to sigh, by giving him his Death. Sure, Sir (replies the weeping
Dooneflaith
) you cannot mean the thing you speak! You say it but to try my Love a second time; which by the Gods is still the same it was, when in the Garden you made the former Test. No, Minion, says
Maolseachelvin,
I do it not to try thy Love, which I'm too sensible is true; I do it to revenge his Father's Scorn, who would not give consent that he should Wed thee when I was a private Man, nor shall he now I'm King; therefore once more observe what I command.
And must the innocent
Murchoe,
says she, who always dearly lov'd me, and sought not Heaven with more earnest Prayers than he sought me, be punish'd thus for his unkind Father's Fault? Oh! Sir, reverse your cruel Doom, if not for his sake, yet for mine, nay for your own; for if I share an interest in your Heart, 'twill grieve you sure to see your only Daughter die, when with one word you may preserve her Life. What! quit my Love, now after this Misery and Trouble we have pass'd through for it! now grow unkind, when he most merits Love! and after all those Sacred Oaths and Vows, those thousand Protestations, which even in your hearing, I have made to Love him ever, now to re-call that sacred Breath, and hurl damnation on my perjur'd Soul.
I ask you not, says he, to break your Vows; but meet him as I now command you, that his proud Father may be humbled, and fall a low Petitioner for the Love he once rejected.
A thousand Blessings sit upon your Head, says she, and make your Crown more glorious than all your Predecessors were, those healing words have cur'd my bleeding heart; now I will call you dear and loving Father, kneel and adore the very ground you go on; use what severity you please against his Father, but let my
Murchoe
not be put in pain; let me not see him rather, till his suppliant Father begs your pardon; for certainly to see him as you bid me, will prove so fatal, that twill break his Heart.
Trifle no more (replies
Maolseachelvin
) but punctually obey my will, I see them yonder entring the Court; and once more swear, if that you fail in any Point I have enjoyn'd you, you ne'er shall meet him more, but in the Grave.
After this he left her, and went to his own Chamber; no sooner was he parted, but
Dooneflaith
looking out at the Window, beheld her dear
Murchoe,
with his Father just entring the Palace; and not being able to think on the severe Injunctions her Father had laid on her, without a torrent of Tears, and a thousand imprecations on her unkind Stars.
O barbarous Father, said she to her self, more Tyrannous and Cruel to thy Child, than Savage Monsters are to those they hate; not see my Love, but with disdainful looks! not give him one kind glance for all his Love! not one kind word of thanks for all his pains! this Cruelty exceeds all precedent! my unkind Speech or Eyes will do the fatal Work, and leave no business for my Father's Sword! O that some Angel would instruct my Love, and tell him that my Eyes and Tongue are Lyars, that my poor Heart bears no consent to what they say; tell him I am all over Love, and that my
Murchoe
is more precious to my Soul than all the World besides.
Murchoe,
and his Father, with several of his Friends were now come into the outward Court of the Palace, and casting his Eyes up to the Window, he beheld his adorable Mistress; who no sooner saw him, but withdrew from the Place, which
Murchoe
thought was done to haste to him.
Oh! Father (says he, almost Extasied) look how the Treasure of my Soul does fly to meet my longing Arms; now all the Blood I've lost in
Ireland
's Wars, will largely be Rewarded.
Bryan
took such part in his Sons Transports, that he could hardly forbear shedding Tears of Joy. But
Murchoe
lest he should be out-done in kindness, made what hast he cou'd into the House, and at the end of the Hall beheld his fair
Dooneflaith,
whom he ran unto with all the speed his Love could make.
Oh! thou charming, soft and lovely Maid, said the transported
Murchoe,
let me upon thy tender Breast breath the soft languishments of my o'er flowing Joy!
But how did he start, and look amaz'd, when he not only saw she met him not half way, but shun'd his Arms; and after a small pause, with gazing Eyes he thus went on.
What, my
Dooneflaith,
says he, are my Embraces loathsom grown! What, dost thou turn away the warming Sun-shine of thine Eyes; not one kind look to crown thy
Murchoe
's Victory, not one soft word to bid him wellcome home!
Dooneflaith
could no longer turn away her Head, yet was afraid of her Father, who through a secret place look'd into the Hall, and beheld her with frowns; and fearing she should not perform what he bid her, her Love and she must part for ever; cast so disdainful and scornful a look upon
Murchoe,
that he clapping his Hand to his Heart, cry'd out,
O Gods! those cruel piercing Eyes have stab'd my Soul, and given me a death my boldest Enemies could never do.
Then after a little stop, he went up to her, and would have taken her by the Hand, but she refus'd it him;
telling him the unkindness of her Father had destroy'd their Loves, and that now he had fallen from his Promise, and had commanded her no more to look on him with Amorous Eyes; in pursuance to whose will, she did from thence forward forbid him to visit her.
Murchoe,
during her talk stood like one without Motion, nor had he the power to utter one word, till he saw her departing the Hall; but then running 'twixt her and the Door, he fell on his Knees, and beg'd her for her former Love to hear his latest words; but she overcome with the pitiful sight, being no longer able to look on one in that woful Condition, and one whom contrary to her will, she her self had made so, return'd him no Answer; but snatching her Hand out of his, which e'er she was aware he had seiz'd, without so much as looking back, she went out of the Hall, and left the Disconsolate
Murchoe
on his Knees.
He continu'd in that posture till she was gone out of sight; then rising on his Legs again, he drew forth his Sword, and had ended his Life on its Point, had not his Father, and Friends (who expected no less) stept in and prevented him.
Oh! Cruel Father, say he to
Bryan,
this last unkindness, out-does all you you have done to me before; why would you have me live, when Life's so great a burden? Were it not better I at once gave up my breath, than live in lingring pain, and deal it out by sighs! O Faithless Woman, says he a little after, thou abstract of Inconstancy, where's now that charming Voice which with kind Protestations swore,
Murchoe
should ever be her Souls delight; farewell, a long and last farewell, for with your cold disdain you've blasted all my Hopes, and now no remedy is left but Death.
With much ado at last, they got him home to his Chamber, but twas not in their power to get him to Eat, or take the least refreshment; and it was a long time before his Father could get him to promise to use no violence on himself; to which he would never have consented, had not
Bryan
told him, he would use all his Endeavour to alter
Maolseachelvin
's Resolutions.
No sooner was his Father gone out of the Room, but he commanded all who were with him to do the like; and after two or three hasty turns in the Chamber, he flung himself on his Bed, where he pour'd out such Tears, such Sighs, and Complaints, that he drew moisture from the Eyes of all who look'd in at the Keyhole of the Door to see what he did. But now let us return again to our History.
Soon after all things were settled in Peace, the Victorious
Maolseachelvin,
was as is said before, by the Election of the Princes and Nobility of
Ireland,
deservedly made King of
Meath,
and then Monarch of the whole Country; when there arriv'd three Brothers out of
Norway,
viz.
Amelanus, Cytaracus,
and
Ivorus,
with their Families, and great Trains, who (in a most Amicable and Peaceable manner) pretending to be Merchants, obtain'd leave for the better carrying on their Traffick and Trade, to build three Cities near the Sea side; which was permitted them, upon Condition, that they paid Tribute for them. Articles of Agreement being consented too, on both sides, they fell to Work, and erected the three Cities, now call'd
Dublin, Waterford,
and
Limrick;
which they had no sooner finished, and had made almost impregnable by strong Fortifications, but the
Irish
began to see their Error, and now it was that they felt the Power of an Enemy, no less prejudicial in all appearance, than that they had lately subdu'd.
These Sea-port Towns giving entrance to fresh and numerous Fleets of
Norwegians, Danes,
and
Oostmans;
insomuch that the
Irish
were forc'd once more to have recourse to their Arms. And here it was that
Maolseachelvin
's Heart became mollified, and once more gave consent (when the Kingdom should be freed of its Foes) that
Murchoe
should Marry his Daughter.
The two Lovers had now admittance to see each other, and with a bleeding Heart the Charming
Dooneflaith
made known to her dear
Murchoe
the reason why she us'd that severity to him at his return from the former Battle:
Murchoe
lov'd too well to think any of the fault was on her side, and was now the most happy Man in the World. Her Father, the King, made him his General, but the Occasion was urgent, and he was hasted away, having scarce time to take his Leave.
However, he had with a thousand soft and passionate Speeches already parted with
Dooneflaith,
and was now come to
Maolseachelvin,
who receiv'd him with all the expressions of tenderness that could be.
Go Valiant Youth, says the King to him, go, and return Crown'd with Laurels of Victory; revenge the hard Usage you have suffer'd, on those barbarous Infidels; forgive my Rashness, and believe I now set no difference betwixt thee and my own Child. No, my dear Son, for so henceforth I will call thee, and tho' your Father shun all my Advancements, I thus will embrace his Son. Go then, Victorious
Murchoe,
Head our Men; my chearful Soldiers long to see their Chief, they think the time you lose in my embraces, an Age, in their impatience.
Now mighty Monarch, says
Murchoe
to him, you show'r such Blessings on my Head, give me such Courage, and such Hopes, that if I Conquer not, let me hereafter bear the Coward brand; the Power you give me, united with the thoughts of my
Dooneflaith,
shall make me Conqueror where e'er I go, and sweep your numerous Enemies from off the Earth.
After many endearing Discourses,
Murchoe
took Horse, and went to the Army, who wellcom'd him with loud shouts of Joy; and where he found such Stout and Resolute
Irish-men,
that where-ever he came, he carried Victory on his Sword's Point; while his Father
Bryan
no less fearing the loss of the Kingdom again, in the Southern parts of the Country did such things as would almost seem incredible, and in a short time was Crown'd King of
Munster,
still Conquering where e'er he went, and soon after subdu'd one half of the Nation. Nor did he put a stop to his irresistable Force, till he was publickly Elected, and made Monarch of all
Ireland,
the Nobility and Princes deposing
Maolseachelvin,
to make way for
Bryan,
giving him leave to live, which is the greatest misery that can befall a Monarch after the loss of a Diadem.
Bryan
now being King of all
Ireland,
thought himself sufficiently reveng'd for the slights which
Maolseachelvin
had put on his Son, and commanded
Murchoe
to come home to his Palace, which then he kept at
Tomond,
to the unspeakable trouble and affliction of the two Lovers, who now were taking, as they fear'd, their last leaves of each other.
Oh! my adorable Saint, says the afflicted
Murchoe
to
Dooneflaith,
how unfortunate have all my Undertakings been! How Cruel is my Fate; that now, when I thought my Happiness beyond the reach of any Misfortune, I find it dash'd, by that which I hop'd would have been its chief stay. Now my
Dooneflaith,
my miseries come rolling upon me, and soon will overwhelm me! Oh! insupportable Cruelty, I must leave my Love! leave her, (good Heavens defend,) I fear for ever; But witness Gods, and all you Saints above, though absent from my sight I'll ne'er forget thee; Hopes, (once to bless me with thy sight again,) shall buoy me up through all my Sea of Sorrows, if my dear Love but promise to be constant.—
Dooneflaith
could not hear him make such a scruple, without shewing how much it touch'd her Heart.
Oh, cruel
Murchoe!
said she, do you take part against me! And if I will be constant! Barbarous doubt! have you thus long beheld me stand the shock of all Misfortunes, even when Ambition, and a Monarch's Crown. would have shook the most firm and constant of our Sex; and can you make that scruple now? If I'll be constant! Oh Heaven! that If, will stab me to the Soul! you've found the only means, next to your hating me, that could undo my peace, you almost tear my Heart up by the roots; what! doubt an Heart like mine, that is made up of nothing else but Love and Constancy! But I forgive Thee
Murchoe,
I know 'twas but the overflowings of thy tender fear, and the excess of a too powerful Passion; and to confirm my dearest
Murchoe
's Mind, bear Witness for me now, Oh all ye Gods, and show'r upon me all your dreadful Vengeance, if what I say be not sincere and true, when in your absence I forgot my Faith, either in thought or deed; either for Threats, or all the Proffers in the World; if from this Heart
Murchoe
be ever absent, then let the Furies tear me Limb by Limb, and Dogs and Wolves devour my scatter'd Carcass.
No more, says
Murchoe,
I believe my Saint, and ever shall retain these precious words in the chief Records of my memory.
They were forc'd soon after this to part; but with such languishing and dying looks, as if they ne'er should meet again: how many times did
Murchoe
go to the Door, and then return again, loath to depart, printing his soft Lips on her fair Hand, and she as often wish'd they might dwell there for ever; they sighed, and wept, then wiped their watry Cheeks, making exchange of Hearts at eithers Eyes; at last, as though both their words had been prompted by one Soul, they together cry'd, the Gods preserve, and ever be your Comfort.
Murchoe
having taken his leave, went directly, but most heavily, towards his Fathers Palace in
Tomond,
call'd
Cean-Choradh,
where he was welcom'd by
Bryan,
and the whole Court; but what were all the welcomes in the World to him, since his
Dooneflaith
's Voice was wanting in the Consort, the Musick was not sweet or charming, he wholly bent his Thoughts on her, and Day or Night, she was the subject of his Mind; tho' he was ever accounted Devout, yet now the welfare and happiness of his afflicted Mistress, threw him on his Knees almost each hour.
His Father, and the whole Court could not but greatly wonder at this mighty Change; he grew Pale, neglected Meat, and Sleep, walk'd all the Day in melancholy places, seeking recesses, where the hunted Beasts scarce dar'd to enter, they were so dark and dismal; where, with his folded Arms across his troubled Breast, he'd vent the Griefs which rankled at his Heart.
Into one of these Places was it, that his Father one day follow'd him, and having privately listned to his usual Complaints, when the poor Prince had thrown himself down, extended on a rugged Rock, his Eyes (like Rivers which had broke their Banks) pour'd forth a flood of Tears, with Groans and Sighs, which almost rent the Vault.
How Happy, said he to himself, had
Murchoe
been, had Heaven been pleas'd he should have perish'd in his Countries Service, his loss perhaps would then have touch'd his Fathers hardned Heart; he would have then perhaps shed one Tear, and with a sigh, have pitty'd his untimely End: But now he thinks I breath, he thinks I live; when as, alas! these signs I give of Life, are but the Tokens of uneasie Death; for I am Dead to all the World, insensible of every thing, but Love; and tho' I move, and sometimes walk about, 'tis but my more substantial Ghost.—
He was going on, when
Bryan
interrupted him:
What
Murchoe,
said he, is the Cause that thus thou spendest thy Youthful time in Cells? Thus pine, and like a Woman drown thy self in Tears? Thus leave the mighty Business of the World, and bend thy Thoughts on a fantastick Trifle? Thus shun thy Friends, and seek these solitary Shades? Rouze up, for shame, awake thee from these Idle Dreams; thy Father bids thee, and a King Commands, thy bleeding Country wants thy aid: Ambition should methinks inflame thy Heart, and banish Love from that too noble Seat. Make thy self worthy to be my Successor; what? can the sprightly
Murchoe
lie dissolving in Tears, when all the Land is almost drown'd in Blood? Think on a Crown, think of a Monarch's Power, and see how poorly Love will shew to these; or were those out of reach, and that thy Hopes stood not so fair as now they do, think on thy Honour, and thy future Fame.
O sacred Sir, replies the Prince, can you behold these ruines of your Son? Look on, and see him sink in sorrow, and not extend a Parent's Hand to help him? O Sir, remember you your self was young, Lov'd and Ador'd, and knew no happiness but in my Mothers sight: I do but tread your steps, walk in that Path which all the World goes once; say but
Dooneflaith
shall be mine, and you will raise me unto Life again; without Her, Honour, Titles, Power, nay even a Crown it self, have nothing Charming in them.
Bryan
could no longer hear him sue in vain; but told him, if he would take Arms, and shew himself once more in the Field, and, according to his wonted Custom, come home laden with Victory, he would so much indulge his Love, that, if after this, he still continued in that Humour, he'd use his utmost Power to make him Happy.
The Prince overjoy'd with this Promise, went home with his Father, and in a few days after, Headed a brave Army against his Country's Enemies; Victory still follow'd wheresoe'er he fought, and his Courage and Conduct were not a small cause of the Renown and Glory that accru'd to his Father: For 'tis Remarkable, that
Bryan Boraimh
defeated the
Danes
and their Confederates in Twenty five bloody pitch'd Battles; he was accounted one of the most Puissant and Noble Monarchs of the
Milesian
Race; and tho' he liv'd not to see these Invaders quite expell'd the Kingdom, yet he fought in the last Battle, that gave them their Overthrow; having in his Life time reduc'd the Kingdom (especially towards the latter end of his Reign) to so tranquil and quiet a State, that
Ireland
was become all peaceable and flourishing. Nor were there to be seen any
Danes,
but such who liv'd quietly under his Government, and were either Merchants, Handycrafts-men, or Artificers, who had their chief Residence in
Dublin, Weixford, Waterford, Cork,
or
Limerick;
and tho' they were a considerable Number of them, yet not so many, nor so Potent, but that he thought should they at any time Rebell, he could Master them at his Pleasure.
Murchoe
seeing no Comfort accrue to him in all this general Joy, for he alone was excluded the benefit of Tranquility the whole Nation pertook, the Conquests and Honour he won, added more Trouble to his Soul, since he could not yet obtain his Father's Consent, he avoided as much as he could the Pleasures of the Court, and betook himself wholly to the Country, where, in unspeakable Torments, he wasted his time in Complaints. But being one day near the House of
Maolmordh Mac Murchoe
his Uncle, whose Sister by name
Garmlaigh, Bryan
his Father had Marry'd, he thought to pass some time in a Visit to him, and was very kindly receiv'd.
But
Bryan
having an occasion for Timber for the finishing some Ships he had begun, especially some Masts, he sent to his Brother-in-law
Maolmordh
to furnish him with them, to which he consented, partly out of fear to deny him, and partly for Kindred sake, he went himself to see them cut down, and assisted with his Men, those who were sent for them, in the getting them over a Mountain; to which they say (some difference happening amongst the People) he put his Hand to himself, and in the action broke off the Gold Clasps that fastned a rich fring'd Mantle of Silk which
Bryan
had sent him. At length, he with his Nephew
Murchoe,
came to
Cean-Choradh.
But no sooner did he arrive at
Tomad,
and had gone to his Sister
Garmlaigh
's Apartment to give her a Visit, and acquainted her how he came to break off his Clasps, which he desir'd her to get mended again for him; but in a rage she threw the whole Mantle into the fire and burnt it, reproaching him with meanness of Spirit, in so unworthily subjecting himself, and his People of
Linster,
whereof he was King, to '
Bryan,
altho' he was her own Husband.
How basely, said she, becomes it the Blood which thou sharest with me, to fear the displeasure of any, much less one who has made himself my equal by taking me to his Wife? How much below the Honour and Dignity of the King of
Linster
is it, thus like a Bondsman or Slave, to lend thy assistance, and like a Coward, grant whatever he demands from thee.
These words, (tho' at present he made her no reply) sunk deep in his Heart, so taking his leave of her, he went into the Presence, where he found a Nobleman and
Murchoe
playing a Game at Chess, (
Maolmordh
being touch'd to the quick with the Reproof that his Sister had given him, and no longer able to stifle the sense he had of his Fault) advis'd him who was playing with
Murchoe
on some Draught, which lost his Nephew the Game.
Murchoe,
who had not been us'd to receive such Indignities, (for it was done in so palpable a manner, as he could take it for no less) being highly displeas'd, told his Uncle
Maolmordh
King of
Linster,
in a deriding manner,
That if the Advice he had formerly given to the Rebel
Danes
been no worse, they had not so easily lost the Battle at
Gleaun Mama;
yet notwithstanding his mighty Policy, he could not win them the Field.
Maolmordh,
being stung with this jear, in a fury reply'd,
However my Advice succeeded at that time, the next that perhaps I shall give to the
Danes,
shall prove better to your Cost.
So in a discontented Humour was departing; when the Prince
Murchoe
told him;
It should never break one moment of his Rest to countermine what ever Projects he could design; and withal told him he defy'd him.
Whereupon the King of
Linster
retir'd to his Chamber, and would not (although he was sent for by
Bryan
) come down to his Supper; but flinging himself on his Bed, pass'd all that Night in the extreamest anxiety of Spirit, that could be imagin'd; and early the next Morning, before any of the Court were stirring, takes Horse, and posts away for
Linster,
where his Heart was so full (what with the rebukes his Sister had made him, and the defiance his Nephew had given him) that he had no way to ease it, but by giving, if he could, a stint to their Insolence, by making them to know, that they had rouz'd a sleeping Lyon, whose Fury and Rage should not be allay'd by any thing but their utter destruction.
The next day he assembles the Chief of his Nobles, and the Gentry, and represents to them the Indignity that had been put upon them in the Person of their King; and so aggravates the Matter, that he drew them all to his side, and made them all on fire to revenge it; by throwing off their Allegiance and Fidelity to
Bryan,
and joyning their Power to that of the
Danes,
and in return to the the Challenge that
Murchoe
had made him, to send him another.
Having gain'd his Designs at Home, he flies with all speed to
Dublin,
and there engages the chief of the
Danes,
to send away instantly to their Master, the King of
Denmark,
for a strong and powerful Supply to pull down the Grandeur and haughty Pride of
Bryan,
and to destroy their, and his most mortal Enemies; which on the word of a King, he promis'd to perform, would they be assistant.
While Messengers were sent over into
Denmark,
he returns Home again; where (with all the hast he could use, and most indefatigable pains) he prepares for a War; nor was it long e'er he goes to
Dublin
again; where, at his arrival, two of the King of
Denmark
's Sons (
Carolus Knutus,
and
Andreas
his Brother) Landed, at the Head of twelve thousand
Danes,
which they had brought along with them, whom (after he had kindly receiv'd, and refresh'd them well) he forthwith, knowing delays in such Cases would be dangerous, and give his Enemies too much time to Unite) by an Herald sends
Bryan
a bold Defiance, daring him to meet him in a spacious Field at
Clantarf,
within two Miles of
Dublin.
Bryan
had no sooner receiv'd this Challenge; but (making what speed he was able) joyn'd together all the Forces of
Munster, Connaught,
and
Meath,
for those of
Ulster,
he sent not to them, being unwilling to stay till they should come up; and believing he had Power enough out of those other three Provinces to encounter the Enemy.
The Prince
Murchoe
his Son was sent to those in
Meath,
where he once more got a sight of his charming
Dooneflaith,
and whom (after the success of the Battle) he had a Promise from
Bryan
his Father, that he should Marry.
Never did two faithful Lovers meet with such Joy, and
Dooneflaith
even blest the Causers of this War, which had made her so happy with the presence of her dear
Murchoe. Maolseachelvin,
tho' depos'd from the Monarchy, had great Interest in the Province of
Meath,
and soon rais'd such Forces, as perchance none else could have done; which
Bryan
understanding, made him General of that part of the Army, and sent for his Son back to himself.
But if the Meeting of this Amorous Pair was so full of Joy and Content, yet their Parting was such as is not to be express'd; they took their leaves of each other, with such unwillingness, and regret, that their Separation seem'd to have rent their Hearts asunder.
Murchoe
was not altogether so overwhelm'd as he had formerly been, since his Hopes now stood fair, in a few days, to Crown all his Sufferings with the enjoyment of his Charming
Dooneflaith:
But the disconsolate Fair-One, felt such Pangs, at his taking his leave, as gave those who stood by (especially her Father) cause to suspect they were but too fatal Omens. And he being willing they should have all the liberty the little time he had too see her, to say what they pleas'd privately together, he withdrew, and left them to themselves.
Now it was that
Dooneflaith
vented the tenders of her Soul in such a manner, that
Murchoe
himself could hardly stay with her, to hear the Complaints which she made of her hard Destiny.
Oh
Murchoe,
said she, you are going to leave me for ever; I have something here at my Heart, that prompts my Soul to think
Murchoe
will never return to his
Dooneflaith
again, my presaging Heart fore-bodes, that the Victory which you are going to win, will be cause of Joy to all
Ireland,
but my unfortunate self.
Murchoe
us'd all Arguments that could be thought of, to dissipate her Fears;
And told her, that his Courage, guarded by the hopes of her Love, would make him do things that should fill the Trumpet of Fame to the end of the World. I go, my Charming
Dooneflaith,
says he, to set this Kingdom in Peace, that so I with the more freedom may quietly enjoy the Blessing the Gods would bestow at the end of the Conquest; and that
Ireland
might be so settled, that he no more might have cause to quit her soft Arms to follow the Wars.
Go
Murchoe,
(reply'd she, with such languishing looks, and so dying a tone as almost made him alter his firm Resolution;) Go and fight for thy Country, Go and Conquer, Go and—(I would fain say) return again to my Arms: But—Oh! something here at my Heart will not let me believe the Heavens will make me so Happy. No, my
Murchoe,
these Eyes will never behold thee again; and the next Embrace thou hast, will be that cold one of Death. Methinks I see my dearest
Murchoe,
all pale and cold, stuck through with a thousand Darts and Arrows; his breathless Corps spurting fresh streams of Blood; when I, unhappy I, come by, who am his Murderer.
No more my Charmer, says
Murchoe
to her, drive these idle Thoughts away, they are but Dreams which will disturb thy Rest; I shall return, I know it by my Heart; (Oh! that I did, said he to himself,) Or say I dy'd, I paid but Nature's Debt, what you and I, and all must do at last; my Fall shall not be mean, and thousands braver Men shall bear me Company. Oh!
Dooneflaith,
what Comfort will it be, how will it soften Death, and blunt its sharpest Dart, to think I die belov'd by thee!
While they were Embracing, in order to Part,
Maolseachelvin
came in, and told him he must make all hast possible with his Forces, for all the others which they expected were come in but his.
The Prince, as eager as he was to meet his proud Challenger, and not think of leaving his Mistress behind; wherefore, by her Consent, and joint intreaty,
Maolseachelvin
promis'd to bring her with him; this at last something appeas'd the Sorrow of both; and
Murchoe,
after a thousand soft Kisses, and Embraces, and as many Sighs, and Tears on both sides, took Horse, and posted before to his Father, and the next day after
Maolseachelvin
follow'd with his Army; and at the Rear of that, the beautiful
Dooneflaith.
In a few days after, the Armies of the three Provinces joyn'd all together, and march'd in good order to the Place appointed, being a spacious Field near
Clantarfe,
call'd
Magnealta,
where they beheld
Maolmordh
at the Head of a vast Army; being sixteen Thousand
Danes,
together with all the Forces he could raise in
Leinster,
which was divided into three Battalions; that of the Right Wing Commanded by
Carolus Knutus,
that on the Left by his Brother
Andreas,
(the two Sons of the
Danish
King) and the Main Body
Maolmordh
took care of himself.
Bryan
drew up his Army much after the same Order, committing the Right Wing thereof to
Maolseachelvin,
the Left he Commanded himself; and (at the intreaty of his Son
Murchoe,
that he might oppose
Maolmordh
himself, who had given him a Challenge) the main Body was under his Conduct.
Early next Morning (it being
Good Friday
) both Armies drew near, and after a short time the fatal Signal was given on both sides, never did two Armies encounter more fiercely; the shouts and cries, with the Thundering noise of the Drums and, sound of Trumpets, were enough to rend the very Roof of Heaven. Nor for half the Day could it be decided upon which side hovering Victory would light; and had
Maolseachelvin
(who Headed the Army of
Meath
) came up, they had soon turn'd the Scale. But he, remembring the Affront of
Bryan,
who made him be Depos'd, to make way for himself, as soon as the Signal was given, stood off with his Men, and was only a Spectator of the most bloody and terrible Fight that ever was Acted on the Tragick Theatre of
Irish
Ground. Nay, tho' at one time he saw his own Country-men begin to give way, and the
Danes
in a probability of winning the Day, yet did he stand unmov'd.
Bryan
who Headed the Left Wing of the Army, being Old (for he was now above fourscore and eight) having to do with
Carolus,
who was both Valiant and Young, was in the Battle struck from his Horse, and had not Prince
Murchoe
come timely to his Rescue, he had been trod to pieces by the Enemy; which nevertheless so bruis'd and wounded him, that he was forc'd to be carry'd to his Tent, leaving the Charge of his Army to Prince
Murchoe.
Now was the time that he had the whole Fate of
Ireland
depending upon his Sword, he did such wondrous Actions as surpass'd all belief, and so bravely behav'd himself, as tho' he had been some God sent down from above. He (spight of all their Forces, thinking of the Liberty of his Country, and Love of his dear
Dooneflaith
) made such breaches in their Main Body, that notwithstanding they had all the Inspiration of Courage, that Martial-Conduct, Ambition, Glory, Revenge, and Despair could afford them, yet so great was
Murchoe
's Courage, and Conduct so happy, that the
Danish
and
Leinster
Forces could no longer withstand him; having with his own Hand first slain
Maolmordh,
who was the first occasion of this War; and then at two several times the two Sons of the King of
Denmark;
whose Loss so disheartned the Enemy, that they gave way, to an easie, though dear-bought Victory; for
Murchoe
being too far engag'd among the
Danish
Horse, tho' over-power'd with Number, fought 'till he had made a Rampart of dead Bodies about him, which for some time secur'd him from Fate; but an unlucky accidental Arrow laid him dead upon a Pyramid of his fallen Enemies.
Yet for all this, did not the resolute
Irish
loose one foot of Ground, or one bit of their Courage; but rather, spur'd on by Revenge, made the
Danes
pay dear for his Loss, and in a short time became sole Masters of the Field. Thus without the assistance of
Maolseachelvin,
were the
Danes
overcome; one whereof, whose Name was
Bruador,
being Commander of a
Danish
Party, and who with his Men flying in the General Rout, was forc'd to take that way where
Bryan
the Monarch's Pavilion was pitch'd; into which (as he was passing by) he entred; and seeing the King, whom he had formerly known,
Bryan
suspecting no such thing, having totally gain'd the Battle, basely Murder'd him as he lay wounded in his Bed: But he soon had the Reward due to so Treacherous an Act; for he, and all who follow'd him, were by his Guards, and the Pursuers, cut all to pieces.
Maolseachelvin
after this, put in for his Share, and made himself once more Monarch of
Ireland.
Tho' his Daughter no sooner heard the Death of her Lover, but as though she had lain down to Sleep, flung her self on her Bed, and without so much as one Groan, Sigh, or Murmur, she cry'd,
My
Murchoe
calls me, and I must go to him;
so dy'd in the presence of her Father, and the rest of the Nobility, who had escap'd in the Battle, for there were but few left alive: and on the Monarch's Side, besides
Bryan
himself, and the Renowned Prince
Murchoe
his Son, were kill'd in this Battle, Seven petty Kings, most of the Princes and Nobility of
Munster
and
Conaught,
and four Thousand of meaner Degree.
But on the other side,
viz.
that of the
Danes
and
Leinster
Party, were Slain
Maolmordh Mac-Murchoe,
the King of
Leinster,
who was the Original Cause of this Slaughter, with all his Principal Nobles, and three Thousand Common Soldiers; together with
Knutus,
and
Andreas,
the two Sons of the King of
Denmark,
and all their Great Commanders, with six Thousand seven Hundred of the New-come Forces from
Denmark,
that they had brought over with them, and four Thousand of the old
Danes,
who were, before their coming, in
Ireland.
In all the Slaughter on both Sides, that Day, amounted to seven Thousand seven Hundred Men, besides Kings, Princes, Commanders, and other Noble-Men.
Some time after this Battle,
Maolseachelvin,
(who now the second time sat on the Monarchical Throne of
Ireland,
and was the last Monarch of the
Milesian
Race) took
Dublin,
Sack'd it, Burnt it, and Slew in it all those
Danes
who had made their escape thither from the Battle of
Clantarfe.
The next Year, in the said
Maolseachelvin
's Reign,
Huaghaire Mac-Duniling Mac-Tuatil,
another King of
Leinster,
who succeeded
Maolmordh,
tho' of a more Noble Race, and better Interested for the Good of his Country, gave a mighty overthrow, (which was the last that was given) to
Stetirick
the Son of
Aomlaibh,
and the
Danes
of
Dublin,
who after the Battle of
Clantarfe,
and the Burning of
Dublin
by
Maolseachelvin,
had once more Recruited from the
Isle of Man,
and other Islands, which were yet in Possession of the
Danes,
but were now totally destroy'd throughout all
Ireland.
Thus did that Warlike and Ancient Kingdom free it self from the Tyranny of its mortal Enemy the
Danes.
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