To my Lorde and my Lady
My duty moste humbly Remembered Right honourable my Sir good Lord & father altho it be now the parlament tyme, & therfoore very great resorte from all places. yet all thynges (god be praysed) are in suche quieat, as besyde matter of the parlament I know nothynge worthye to advertise your Lordship/ Touchinge them of the peake foreste (wherof I wrytt to your Lordship before) we coulde never meete with them since, for after they had delyvered there supplicasion vnto one of my Lord Tresurers clarkes, they never came there agayne the coppy of which supplicasion Iohn Knyveton hathe, & I thynke hathe sente the same vnto your Lordship And whether they be returned backe agayne, or what els is becumme of them we can not possible learne. we harde that they weare but ij symple fellowes, which of Lewdnes ioyned with simplicitie made them to attempte they knew not what./

The parlament is likely to ende very shortely./ I thynke to morow the byll for the subsydy will passe our house, there is a byll as I here in the hyerr house, that whosoever will not receave the communion, & cum to the churche shall pay yearely a certayne sum of mony, the which is not yet comme into our house. for the reste of the bylls yet spoken of, they are matters of no great momment, tho for reformation of abuses./ yesterday I dyned with the busshopes grace of canterburye, who lyethe at Lambethe, newly made Methrapoliton, he makethe good reporte of your Lordship's honorable intertaynment of him at Rufforde, in his cummynge hither, I think your Lordship hathe a very good frende of him./ I here that my Lord Huntington will be shortly at Yorke, it is geven oute that he goethe hence the fyrste weeke of cleane lente. as I wrytte to your Lordship in the beginninge hereof, I know nothinge more to imparte to your Lordship wherfore moste humbly cravinge pardon In lyke manner dutifully I beseche your Lordship of your blessynges, praying[e] god Lonnge to continew your Lordship in all honour & moste perfyte helthe. from the courte this munday at noone the xxth of february 1575

your Lordship's moste humble & obedyent Lovinge Sonn

Gilbert Talbott

I here that my sister Pembroke growethe sumwhat better then she was, yet weake still./ I am to crave pardone that I wryte ioyntely to your honors, bothe for wante of matter & hastie departure of this bearer./ alle at hackeney are very well

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