chirche at my ffadyrs deryge, and soppid with my modyr the same nyght. And Syr, yeff I had ones done my pilgramages I reke nat how sone I were with you at Stonor: and þerffore, gentyll Syr, I praye you þat ye ffayll nat to send me myn horsse on Settyrday next. And also I praye you to remembre the matter I spake to you off at your departynge: ffor with owte that, I can nat with your worshipe and myn depart London: ffor Cobbe call apon me dayly ffor money, and the bere wyffe with oþer, as I told you. And also I praye you to remembre my sonne Betson: ffor he hath mych a doo with money now, and he trustith veraly to your promesse: ffor Godes sake, syr, lett hym nat be forgotten. My modyr and my broodyr Stooker recomaunde hem both right hartely unto you: and ffull ffayn they wold þat ye had bene here, yff it myght have bene your ease. And as ffor me I wold nat that ye were here, ye know it well enowgh: neverthelesse ffor soth what som ever I wryte I wold I were at Stonor: ffor truly I am veray wery off London, ffor my son Betson intendes to ryde in to the countre, now whenne I come home: and he is ffast ryggynge hym þer ffore, so that at many tymes I am post a loyne, and that causeth me to thynnke the more ellynger: and þerffore, good syr, remembre myn horsse on Setterday with owte ffawte. My son Betson and his wiffe recommaunde them unto you: and he told me that he hath bought here in London seth ye departid v. sacces Cottes. ffor a part redy money and the rest at mydsomer next: I undyrstond it is a good bargayn. God lenne grace, who preserve you ever in vertu and longe helth to Godes plesour. The v day off Octobre.
By your ovne wyff D. Elysabeth Stonore.
Unto Ryght Reverent and worschyppefull Cosyn Syr Wyllm. Stonor, knyght, in the manor at Stonor, thys letter be delyverd. dd.