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Hen. de la Pomeray, Lord of Pomeray, when Rich. I. was imprisoned by Leopold D. of Austria, expel'd the Monks out of Michaels-Mount in Cornwal, that there he might be a Petty Prince by himself. But after he heard that King was enlarged, he laid Vio∣lent Hands on himself; as Howeden affirms. But o∣thers say, that having killed the Kings Serjeant who had arrested him and despairing of pardon, caused himself to be let Blood to Death.
Jo. de Beigny, Knight, Lord of Edge-Lifford long'd earnestly for his youngest Son, employed in the Wars against the Saracens in Spain, and used to say, Oh that I might but once Embrace my Son, I would be content to dye presently. And afterwards, his Son re∣turning unexpectedly, he expired with an Extasie of Joy. He flourished under King E. 3.
—Child, of Ancient Extraction at Plimstock, hunt∣ing at Dart-More, lost his Company and Way in a bitter Snow, and having killed his Horse, he crept into his hot Bowels for warmth, and wrote this with his Blood.
He that finds and brings me to my Tomb, The Land of Pemstock shall be his Doom.
The Monks of Tavistock finding him Frozen to Death, and being too Nimble for the Men of Plimstock, bu∣ried him and the Abbot accordingly, got that Rich Mannor into his Possession. The Bridge built in the place where the Monks passed over the River, is cal∣led Guils-Bridge to this day.
Nich. and Andr. Tremane, were Twins alike in all Lineaments, and felt like pain tho at a distance, and without any intelligence given, they equally desired to Walk, Travel, Sit, Sleep, Eat and Drink toge∣ther. In this they differed, that at New Haven in France, the one was a Captain of a Troop, the o∣ther but a private Souldier. There they were both slain together 1564.