we wot nere, with oute that he wold have the rewle of hyr husbandys lyvelode be that meane. Wherffore my Cyster wold speke with you ffore that mater to have your cownsell in what is best to do. And Sire, as ffor my sone Betsonne I herde no worde ffrome hyme sith you de|partyd: for ther commyth no passage this viij dayese. And Sire, I wold pray you whenne Davy Wrixame commyth to you owght off Cottys|wold, that ye wold send hyme hydder that he myght wryght to my sonne howe he have done in the contre. And good Sire, I pray you that my blewe gowne of damaske may be sent to me ageyne alhalowne day, and my cofferse and my dowter Caterynes, that I spake to you ffore. And sire, suche kercherse and smokkys and small japys that be in the chest that Cateryne my womanne had role of, whech chest stondyth in my sonne Betsonys Chaumbre. And Sire, I wold pray you that ȝee wold send this gere to me that I myght take rekenyg of hyre: ffor she skevisith hyr and sey that suche gere as I aske her is there. Sir, I pray you send me no more ryngis with stonys: ffore the ryng that you sent me be Hery Blakhall, the stone is ffallyn owght be the way and loste: wherffore I ame sory. Good sire, let it not be long or I may se you: for truly me thynke ryght long syth I se you. Your chylderne and myne ffare well, blessyd be God, and they be to me a gret cowmfort in your absens. No more to you at this tyme, but almyghti Jhesu preserve and kepe you in long helth and vertue to hys plesure. At London the xxij day of Octobre.
My owne Cosyne, I sende you a bladyr with powdyr to drynke when ȝe go to bede, ffor hit is holsome ffor you.
Be your ovne to my powre Elysabeth Stonore.
To my Ryght well-belovyd Cosyn Wyllm. Stonor, squyer, at Stonore, this be delyveryd.
