The Maguires, the O'Reillys, the O'Donels--all the clans who had stood by Sussex in the preceding summer--were given over to their enemy bound hand and foot.

But Elizabeth was weary of the expense, and sick of efforts which were profitless as the cultivation of a quicksand.

True it was that she was placing half Ireland in the hands of an adulterous, murdering scoundrel, but the Irish liked to have it so, and she forced herself to hope that he would restrain himself for the future within the bounds of decency.'[1] [Footnote 1: Froude.] In that hope she was soon disappointed.

Shane with his galloglasse returned in glory, his purse lined with money and honour wreathed about his brows.

He told the northern chiefs that he had gone to England not to lose but to win, and that they must henceforth submit to his authority, or feel his power.