On the 10th of July, Frenchmen in Terouenne [sic] made a great skrye about midnight, and rung the bells in alarm, for Englishmen shot guns so fierce and so thick against the walls and the gates, and into the town, that they thought to have lost the town and to have been slain, man and child. That same night, the fairest young women within the town, many dozen in number, were slain by the falling of a house, whose death is greatly moaned amongst the best within the town. The walls of Terouenne are sore beaten with guns, and many houses are broken and destroyed. Our guns lie within birdbolt shot to the walls and our miners are near the walls. I trust that by St James's day the lord captain and the army shall drink wine in Terouenne of the best.

the rebels came towards us with as great courage, in as good order, and with as resolute myndes as ever I sawe any souldiers of anie nation in my life to doe, and I am sure I have seene the best of Christendome.

They were well 1000 gallowglasses of the choysest men of all Mounster and the best leaders, and John and James of Desmond on horsebacke but with 30 horsemen. They came to the voley of our shott, and answered it with theirs, and most resolutely (or I might say most desperatlie) ranne uppon our battaile, who had couched their pykes to receave them.

Untill our forlorne hope had discharged, and one of our winges, the other winge did give it them in the faces, and theruppon they began to wheele about, and I standing with my horsemen within 80 yardes of them, taking the advantage of their wheeling, did charge them (which I durst not doe before all our shott had done), and theruppon they gave us their backes.