gentyll Cosyn, that ȝe wolde come hedyr, and yif hit wolde plese you so to doo, &c. And yif that hit lyke you not so to doo, Gentill Cosyn, lettith me have hedyr some horsis I pray you, and that I may come to you, ffor in good faith I can fynde hit in my herte to put my self in jubardy there as ye be, and shall do whilst my lyffe endureth to the plesure of God and yours. For in good faith I thought never so longe sith I see yow, ffor in trowth I hadde will hopid that your horsis shulde a ben here as þis night; and that I thoȝt verely, and so poyntid my self for to a be with you as þe morue at night with Godes mercy, which shulde have ben to me right a grete comfort; ffor in good faith I have not ben mery at myn hert þis sevynnight day ffor dyverse maters the whiche hath ben brokyn to me. Wherfore I wyst full hertly dyverse tymes þat ȝe hadde ben here: ffor I wot will that ye coulde an answeryd in certayne maters better þen I: ffor truly I had not so besy a weke sith I cam hedyr, exepte oone day, which sir William, and John Mathewe both can enfourme you parte þerof. And Syr, as towchyng my childeryn I hertly thanke you that hit lyke you so for to tend them: but ȝit, Gentyll Cosyn, yif hit plese you to sende hem up with such horsis as hit lykith you to send for me, I wolde hertly pray you, ffor the poxe ben past out of this Countre and Cyte as fer as I understonde, blessyd be God. Gentyll Cosyn, I pray you hertly that I may have a redy worde from you on Saterday at nyght at þe ferthest; for in trowth I can not be mery unto þe tyme that I know verely how that ȝe will I be demenyd hereyn. No more to you at this tyme, but almyghty Jhesu preserve you, and kepe you longe in good hele of body and longe to lyve in vertu to Godes plesure, and so to your moste hertes desire, amen. At London þe xij day of Septembr. Ao xvj.
And myn sonne Betson recommende hym unto you as hertely as he can or may, and bysowght to vouchsaffe to pray for hym &c.: and ye shall Rec. ij letters of hym by John Mathewe. And as this day viij of the Cloke in þe morning he toke his barge. I pray God sende hym good spede, amen.
By your ovne Elysabeth Stonore.
To my Right Worshipfull Cosyn, Willm. Stonor, squiere, this be delyvered.