_O'Carrol._ Och! be asey, madam; we'll take the ould fellow by the forelock, I warrant him. When honest gentlemen's business calls them on a small walk to the gallows, a man may set out a quarter of an hour behind them, and be certain of meeting them upon the road:--and, now I bethink me, madam, if we go out at the draw-bridge, from the citadel, hard by the house here, we may be at the camp, ere the poor souls have marched their body round the battlements. _Julia._ Thou say'st well; and we will forth that way: 'Twill be most private too. Thou'lt follow me, O'Carrol? _O'Carrol._ Ay, that I would, to the end of the wide world, and a thousand miles beyond it. _Julia._ Yet, tarry here a while, till I prepare the means of our going forth. Join me a few minutes hence in the hall, O'Carrol. And, Fortune, frown not on a poor weak woman! Who, if she fail in this, her last, sad struggle, Is so surrounded by a sea of grief That she must sink for ever! [_Exit._ _O'Carrol._ And, sink or swim, I'll to the bottom along with you.--Och! what a sad thing it is to see sorrow wet the sweet cheeks of a woman! Faith, now, I can't make out that same crying, for the life of me. My sorrow is always of a dry sort; that gives me a sore throat, without ever-troubling my eyes about the business. The camp! Well, with all my heart: it won't be the first time I have been present at a bit of a bustle. SONG.--O'CARROL. _When I was at home, I was merry and frisky;_ _My dad kept a pig, and my mother sold whisky:_ _My uncle was rich, but would never be asy,_ _Till I was enlisted by Corporal Casey._ _Oh! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey!_ _My dear little Sheelah I thought would run crazy,_ _When I trudged away with tough Corporal Casey._ _I march'd from Kilkenny, and as I was thinking_ _On Sheelah, my heart in my bosom was sinking;_ _But soon I was forced to look fresh as a daisy,_ _For fear of a drubbing from Corporal Casey._ _Och! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey!_ _The devil go with him, I ne'er could be lazy,_ _He stuck in my skirts so, ould Corporal Casey._ _We went into battle; I took the blows fairly,_ _That fell on my pate, but they bother'd me rarely:_ _And who should the first be that dropp'd? why, an plase ye,_ _It was my good friend, honest Corporal Casey._ _Och! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey!_ _Thinks I, you are quiet, and I shall be asy;_ _So eight years I fought, without Corporal Casey._ [Exit. SCENE II. _The English Camp._ _A Scaffold in the Back of the Scene: TWO WORKMEN descend from it._