To my lorde my hosbande the erle of Shrouesbury:
my dea... I now thynke longe to ...ue you I trouste your ... your shewder ys g... thys tyme, you for gett your none and I thynke you haue loste the remembrance I gaue you, I prey you thynke I haue gret nede of that whyche ys yn that notte, sende the plomer with spede I prey you, hankes telles me that ther ys vj querters of as yll malte as euer he saye comme, but cane not brewe yt for wante of hopes, hankes hathe bene here with hys two mene yn affecte euer sence ester aboute brewynge of thre brewynge of beare and one of all, wher of moste ys spente of the beare, and all the alle for that yt was nought, ether ther moste be better proueysyon made or elles I shall thynge my none

meanes not to come here thys somer, I haue sende you aleter of all the newyes I resauyed when you haue peryoused and shoyed., I prey you retorne yt, I haue sente you some letys and butter, and prey god for my Iuwelles helthe Chatsworth thys Thourday


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EShrouesbur[y]


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