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You are here: 1577 > Volume 3 > Body Text: Section 4 of 4: The thirde Booke of the Hiſtorie of Ireland, compriſing the raigne of Henry the eyght: continued by Richard Stanihurſt, and vvritten to the right honorable Sir Henrie Sidney Knight, Lord Deputie of Ireland, Lord preſident of VVales, Knight of the moſt noble order of the Garter, and one of hir Maieſties priue Counſayle within hir Realme of Englande.
Snippet: 50 of 344 (1577, Volume 3, p. 80)

Compare 1587 edition: 1 The next morning, two of the Lieutenaunte his men, that ſlunke away from Fitz Simons, thinking that the carriage had bin loſt, aduerti|ſed their Lorde, that Fitz Simons fledde a|way, and the Moores were ſo many in compa|nie, as it had bin but folly for two to bicker with ſo great a number.

You are here: 1577 > Volume 3 > Body Text: Section 4 of 4: The thirde Booke of the Hiſtorie of Ireland, compriſing the raigne of Henry the eyght: continued by Richard Stanihurſt, and vvritten to the right honorable Sir Henrie Sidney Knight, Lord Deputie of Ireland, Lord preſident of VVales, Knight of the moſt noble order of the Garter, and one of hir Maieſties priue Counſayle within hir Realme of Englande.
Snippet: 51 of 344 (1577, Volume 3, p. 80)

Compare 1587 edition: 1 The Lieutenante poſted in a rage to the Maior his pauilion, telling hym, that his man Fitz Simons was a cowardly Traytor in rũ|ning away when hee ſhoulde haue defended the carriage.

You are here: 1577 > Volume 3 > Body Text: Section 4 of 4: The thirde Booke of the Hiſtorie of Ireland, compriſing the raigne of Henry the eyght: continued by Richard Stanihurſt, and vvritten to the right honorable Sir Henrie Sidney Knight, Lord Deputie of Ireland, Lord preſident of VVales, Knight of the moſt noble order of the Garter, and one of hir Maieſties priue Counſayle within hir Realme of Englande.
Snippet: 52 of 344 (1577, Volume 3, p. 80)

Compare 1587 edition: 1 What am I my Lord, quoth Patricke Fitz Simons, ſkipping in his ſhirt out of the tente, with both the heads in his hand. My Lorde, I am no cowarde, I ſtoode to my tacklings, when your men gaue me the ſlippe, I reſcued the car|riage, and haue heere ſufficiente tokens of my manhoode, tumbling downe both the heads. Saiſt thou ſo Fitz Simons quoth the Lieute|nant? I crie thee mercie, and by this George,A valiant wiſh I woulde to God it had bin my good bap to haue bin in thy companie in that ſkirmiſh. So drin|king to Fitz Simons in a bolle of wine, and honorably rewarding him for his good ſeruice, he returned to his pauiliõ, where hauing know|ledge of Omore his recule, he purſued him with a troupe of horſemen.

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