TRVE INTELLIGENCE FROM IRELAND.

DATED FROM DƲBLIN the second of April, and received here the eleventh.

LONDON: Printed for H. Blunden. 1642.

Good Sir,

AFter my humble dutie remem­bred, &c. In my last, not by the last Poste, but by the Poste be­fore, I certified you what then had been done by our Armie abroad; and that night our Lieutenant Generall came home, and all the Armie (blessed be God) ve­ry safe and well. And have not ever since been forth but once, viz. on Saterday last Sir Simon Harecot our English Collonel, with a­bout an hundred and twenty horse, went forth to view the Countrey six miles from this Citie toward the County of Wicklowe, and espying some Rebels made toward them: whereupon the Rebels fled, and be­took themselves unto the Castle of Kilgobbon, [Page 4] where our horsemen watching them that none should get forth, sent hither for aid. And there was present aid sent them about a thou­sand Foot and Horse, and that night they be­sieged the Castle, the next day there was (be­ing Sunday the 27 th.) sent unto them two peeces of Ordnance to batter the Castle: and after 21. shot made, it was very hardly won; but in placing the ordnance, Sir Symon being directing how it should be done, was shot in the left shoulder, and on Monday last he died; And with him was shot Lieutenant Cooke dead in the place, and Serjeant Major Berry, both which came over the last week with the 400 Fire-locks out of England, and with them were about ten more of our men lost, Serieant Maior Berry is yet living, but not like to recover. And that night was the Castle wonne, and about two hundred men, women and children in it (of the Rebels) slain, and that night our men blew up the Castle with powder, since which we have had no further proceedings here. On Mon­day last the 28 news came from Sir Henry Tichborne, that he had taken Dundaulke, and [Page 5] it is credibly reported of all, that he hath slain eight hundred men in the taking of it, and hath recovered in Dundawlke, three peeces of ordnance, and about thirtie thousand pounds in money, plate, and goods for pillage. He wonne before that Ardee, and set a garison there, and another in Bewly Castle. It is re­ported that he slew since he went from Tre­dath eleven hundred men with the losse of a very few men; and he would now go for the Newry, where is the chief Magazine that the Rebels have, and most of their Treasure, but that he wants men; for the whole Armie of his was but three thousand; of which, part were left to keep Tredath, part at Bewly Castle, part at Ardee, and now if he leave a Garison also at Dundawlke, he will not have men enough to go against the Newry, for that is a strong place. Thus hath God prospered that man, for he is a good man; we cannot cer­tainly heare what strength they have on our side in the North, nor what my Lord Presi­dent of Mounster hath done, I am afraid it goes hard with our friend there. We heare that my Lord President of Connaugh is forst [Page 6] to retire to the Castle of Athlone. And that divers Castles where our friends are, are hard besieged, and that the Castle of Gea­shell is surrendred upon composition, where our Ladie Affa [...]y kept, but not with the safetie of all their lives that were in it. The nineteenth instant came my Lord Dunsany to Dublin, and submitted himself, and is in the Castle, and his sonne, aud some other Gen­tlemen with them; We are yet in great straight for moneyes, and I am afraid we shall be in as great want of Corne shortly, except we have good supply out of England, for our Armie burnes all before them, and we are not stor'd before-hand, but from hand to mouth. It is yet somewhat rea­sonable, because men have not money to store up any, and for feare of burning: some quantitie ha [...]h been brought in these three weeks past, and now comes but very little in. At Tredath they have a very great Mar­ket, and betweene this and that the way reasonable cleare; but on Wicklowe side, to the Southwestward, the Rebels are in great number, I think our Armie goes that way [Page 7] shortly. Thus with my humble dutie re­membred, and my love to my brother John Cole, and sister his wife, and the rest of my brothers and sisters, I take leave. Resting ever,

Your obedient Sonne, ROBERT COLE.
FINIS.

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