To my lorde my hosbande the erle of Shrouesbury
my deare harte I haue sende your latter agene and thanke you for them they requyre no ansore, but when you wryte remember to thanke hym for them, yf you cane not gett my tembur caryed I moste be with out yt tho I greuly wante yt, but yf yt wolde plese you to comand heberte or any other to moue your tenanter to brynge yt I knowe the wyll not denyue to do yt, I prey you lette me knowe yf I shall haue the tone of Irone, yf you cane not spare yt I moste make heste to gette yt else were, for I may not now wante yt, you promysed to sende me money afore thys tyme to by oxxen, but I se out of syght out of mynde with your onkende none, my sone gelberte hathe bene vary yll yn hys hede euer sence he came frome Shefelde, I thynke yt ys hys oulde dyseasse. he ys now I thanke god some what better and she vary well, I wyll sende you the byll of my wode sto[fe] I prey you lett yt be sente to fore that he may be sure to reseaue all. I thanke you for takynge order for the caryage of yt to hardwycke, yf you wolde comande your wagene myght bryng yt thether I thinke yt wolde be saffeleste caryed, her ys nether malte nor hopes, the malte come laste ys so vary yll and stynkenge as hankes thynkes none of my workemene wyll drynke yt, showe hys latter to my frende and then retorne yt, I thynke you wyll take no dyscharge at sowches handes nor the reste, you may worke stylle yn dysspyte of them, the laue is one your syde, yt cane not be but that you shall haue the quenes consente to remoue hether therfor yf you wolde haue thynges yn redynes for your prouysyon you myght the soner comme. comme ether afore medsomer or not thys yere, for any prouysyon you haue yet, you myg[h]t haue come as well at ester as at thys day, here ys yt no maner of prouysyon more then a letyl drenke, whyche makes me to thynke you mynde not to come god sende my Iuwell helthe. saterday mornynge

your faythefoul wyffe

EShrouesbury

I haue sente you letyss for that you loue them, and euer seconde day some ys sente to your charge and you. I haue nothynge else to sende lette me here how you your charge and loue dothe and comende me I prey you, yt were well you sente fore or fyue pecus of the great hungeng that the myght be pott oup and some carpetes, I wysshe you wollde

haue thynkes yt that redynes tha[t] you myght come withyn iij or fore dayes after you here frome corte wryte to balwene to call [one] my lorde tresorare for ansore of your leters


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