But all the businesse will be (now) about Olivers being victorious, or being
beaten into a Quagmire, with much adoe (Neptune once frowning
upon him so sowrly that he was forced to fall back into Milford haven;
another time so strangely manifesting his zeal to his person that he put Remoores
to the sides of his severall ships, so that he despaired of going backward
or forward, but even to become a prey to his Highnesse Prince Rupert,
who hath threatned (if he takes him) to hang his Nose up for a Lanthorne to
guide wandring Pirates in the night) he landed at 'Dublin, his men (besides
200 who died by the way, and were sent to their fellow Haddocks) so extreamly
sick and enfeebled that they were scarce able to crawl on shore, his
horses in as bad a condition, and not able to bear their masters, so that
(the foolish Traytour) Iones was fain to employ carriages both for men and
horses to bring in Oliver in triumph with his disabled Myrmidons, where
Oliver (consulting with Iones, and as many more as were able to walk on
their own legs, and speak without an interpreter resolved upon the question)
so fear full is he to fight with so numerous an Army as the Marquesse now
hath, that he will attempt nothing against Ormund for the space of twelve
dayes, by which time (perhaps) Ormund may give him a visit, and lock him
up in one Cabinet with Iones, for however the Conspiratours compell themselves
to believe that their besieged forces in Dublin were strangely victorious,
and have therefore added one more finne to their former numerous
crimes, giving God thanks for that which he never gave, nor will ever (I
am confident) bestow upon them, unlesse for the further hardening of
their hearts, and to sit them for destruction, yet no wise unbiassed man who
reads the incongruity of their narrations, how contradictories and oppugnant
they are, but will easily discern the improbability of the thing, and
justly condemne those that have so greedily swallowed the deceitful bair,
the truth is this,
Jones, being advertised by his Scouts that Ormond was coming against
him with a potent Army intending to storm, in case he surrendred not, put
himself upon a desperate adventure, and with what few forces he had sallied
out of Dublin to meet him whom he found in the midst of his Army in a
Tent playing at Chesse, his whole Host (not dreaming of an enemie) all
carelessely about, their swords at their feet, their pistols unfixt, and all in
as secure a posture, as if they had imagined themselves invironed with walls
of brasse. Iones glad of this unexpected advantage, gives them a desperate
charge, so that many of them were wounded and taken, ere they knew there
was an enemy amongst them, but spight of their hearts (though with much
difficulty) they got on horseback, and put their foot in Battalia, and (Ormond