THE Copy of a Letter sent from M. Rider, Deane of Saint Patrick's, concerning the News out of Ireland, and of the Spaniards landing and present estate there.  
At London Imprinted for Thomas man.. 1601.   

The Copy of a Letter sent out of Ireland the sixteenth of October. 1601.  
THere is landed in Kingsall, twelve miles from Cork, an hundred & twelve miles from Dublin, four thousand poor seabeaten Spaniards, fifty Friars, twelve Nuns, one hundred Priests, two hundred whores; so the Pope's holiness will presently erect, according to his ancient Catholic faith, upon this new dreamt Conquest, a Friary to preach to the quick, and a chantry of Priests to pray for the dead, and a most damnable pestiferous Stews of Nuns and whores, for both their recreations, Secundum usum Ecclesiae Romanae. These are in distress, a Hen is worth five shillings, a little carrion Cow six pounds, yet no man will scarce bring these to them: Some wild Kern sold them thirty such Cows in the day, and very honestly stole them again at night. They expected the country would have joined with them, but they do not, but stand all for the Queen. The Lord deputy and the Precedent of Munster are there ready to the battery and assault, so soon as the great Ordinance comes to him. They have no wood but what they fight for. Our Captains and soldiers would feign assault them with Pike, Musket, Sword and Target: but my Lord Deputy will not suffer it. The Spaniards offer to the Irish six shillings a day for a horseman, and three shillings for a footman: the Irish ask a months pay before hand: the Spaniards doubt they will not serve them, but run away, and the wild Irish doubt they will pay them one week, and hang them the next week: and so they have no hope. The Irish Priests promised them one thousand Irish Hobbies, to be delivered them within ten days after their landing, and so they brought one thousand brave saddles: but alas they cannot perform to them ten tits to carry earth to their fortifications. The Lord deputy, and the Precedent of Munster have showed themselves very honourable and politic, or else things had not gone so well. Tyrone burns within sixteen miles of Dublin, but now he is feared out of the country, by the country: he can pleasure the Spaniards in nothing: the Spaniard and Rebel are almost desperate the Spaniard curseth the Priests, the Priests curseth the Irish the Irish curseth them both: So I send strange news, from such as would be Catholics and Christians, Friars and Nuns, Priests and whores, cursing and ban: but contrariwise, the English have time to pray for the peace of jerusalem.  
FINIS.