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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.

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.

Compare 1587 edition: 1 The Lieutenant thus paſſing forward,The Earle of Surrey in daunger to haue bin ſlai [...]. was eſpyed by a gunner of Omores, who lodged cloſe in a woodde ſide, and watching hys time, hee diſcharged his peece at the verye face of the Lieutenante, ſtrake the viſer off hys helmet, and pierced no further as God would.

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