THere is landed in Kingsall, twelue miles from Corke, an hun­dred & twelue miles from Dublin, foure thousand poore sea-beaten Spaniards, fiftie Friers, twelue Nunnes, one hundred Priests, two hun­dred whores; so the Popes holines will presently erect, according to his aun­cient Catholike faith, vpon this new dreamed Conquest, a Frierie to preach to the quicke, and a Chaunterie of Priests to pray for the dead, and a most damnable pestiferous Stewes of Nunnes [Page] and whores, for both their recreations, Secundum vsum Ecclesiae Romanae. These are in distresse, a Hen is worth fiue shillings, a little carrion Cowe sixe poundes, yet no man will scarse bring these to them: Some wilde Kerne solde them thirtie such Cowes in the day, and very honestly stole them again at night. They expected the countrie would haue ioyned with them, but they doe not, but stand all for the Queene. The Lord De­putie and the President of Munster are there readie to the batterie and assault, so soone as the great Ordinance comes to him. They haue no wood but what they fight for. Our Captaines and soul­diers would faine assault them with Pike, Musket, Sword and Target: but my Lord Deputie will not suffer it. The Spa­niards offer to the Irish sixe shillings a day for a horseman, and three shillings for a footman: the Irish aske a moneths pay before hand: the Spaniards doubt [Page] they will not serue them, but runne a­way, and the wilde Irish doubt they will pay them one weeke, and hang them the next weeke: and so they haue no hope. The Irish Priests promised them one thousand Irish Hobbies, to be deliuered them within tenne daies after their lan­ding, and so they brought one thou­sand braue saddles: but alas they can­not performe to them tenne tits to car­rie earth to their fortifications. The Lord Deputie, and the President of Mun­ster haue shewed themselues very hono­rable and politike, or els things had not gone so well. Tyrone burnes within six­teene miles of Dublin, but now he is feard out of the countrie, by the countrie: he can pleasure the Spaniards in nothing: the Spaniard and Rebell are almost de­sperate the Spaniard curseth the Priests, the Priests curseth the Irish the Irish cur­seth them both: So I send straunge newes, from such as would be Catho­likes [Page] and Christians, Friers and Nunnes, Priests and whores, cursing and ban­nings: but contrariwise, the English haue time to pray for the peace of Ie­rusalem.