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MY LORD,
I Am very glad you are become the hardest man in the World, and that neither labour, watching, diseases, nor the lead and steel of the Spaniards can do you any injury; I could not be∣lieve that a man bred with Ptisan and Barley-water, could have
such a hard skin, nor indeed that there were any Characters that could produce such an effect. However this may happen, I am confident it cannot be natural, and yet I shall not be troubled at it, for I would rather see you a Sorcerer, then in the condition of poor Attiehy or Grinville; how well soever you might be em∣balm'd. To be free with you, what cause soever there be of death; me thinks there is still something of lowness in being dead. Avoid it before, my Lord, as much as you can, and I beseech you, hasten your return, for I can be no longer without your company; and it is in this principally that I am perswaded you use charmes, that I, who am very indifferent as to those that are absent, have perpetual desires for you, and have something to say to you on all occasions. At least those, wherein I wish you are, as inviting and less danger∣ous then those, wherein you are daily engaged. If you will then be advis'd by me, take a good Horse between your Leggs, and be as glad to return to Paris, as you were to leave it. As soon as I shall hear of your being there, I promise you to shake hands with Tours, Blois, and Richelieu; Monsieur and Madam de Comba∣let, and the Lady your Sister, to come and wait on you, with the fincere Professions of my being,
My Lord,
Your, &c.
Richelieu, Oct. 7. 1637.