[She snatches the sword, and runs into the tavern with it.
Fitzgibbon. Take that! and that!
[He trips up one man, and knocks the other down, putting his foot on the man's breast.
Now, give me up your arms.
[They give up their arms.
Enter FITZGIBBON'S command.
Here, Sergeant, march them in and set a guard.
[They are marched into the tavern. Shots are heard.
Fitsgibbon. They're come! Quick—march, my lads.