To my wyfe the
countes of Shrewsbury
My Iewelle I have Resevyed your lettar
& have cent you by bankes ij postes bothe
contenyng xxiij or xxiiij apese wych is alle I can gett
As yett & hardly wylbe gotte more
of that pryse/ I pray you send herby glasses for
[Reservatyon] for here is none at alle/ & for that
you thynk I have forgott you I send you mo money
you shalle have xx or xxxli cent you within this
iij days at the furtheste or so sone as it cvm to my handes
I sent bottells & bytes & they brote them in the carige
I have no fole yett cvm to me yet I marvelle at
farewelle my only Ioy george your boy
is welle & old george nott welle in his stomak a
ryghtes/. I thynk this day to goo to wyrksoppe to my
bedd./ Monsure Lesurares nages is cvm so he departes
[shortly] hens/ from fare welle swete harte
this monday mornyng
Your one true
[husband]
G [Shrewsbury]