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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.

Compare 1587 edition: 1 This did he (retchleſſe in manner what be|came of himſelfe, ſo hee might amaze the armye for a time) and ſurely hereby he brake the ſwift|nes of their following, and aduantaged the flight of his Captaine, which thing hee wanne with the price of his owne bloud. For the Soul|dyers would no further, till they hadde ranſackt all the nookes of thys woodde, verily ſuſpecting ſome ambuſh thereabout, and in ſeueral knottes ferretted out thys gunner,Fitz Williams Bedlowe. whome Fitz Willi|ams and Bedlowe of the Roche, were fayne to mangle and hew in peeces, bycauſe the wretche would neuer yeelde.

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