To the Ryght
Worshypfull & hys verye
good lady & mysterys
the lydy sentlo//
my bownden dewte most humbly remembred
plesythe your ladyshyppe to undarstand that my lady
Cobham was brought to bede of a son wythe in
ij or iij days aftar I wryte to you my lord of huntyngton and
my lord darleye crystenyd the same my ladye//
marquys lyethe at the cowrt/ my master and master/—
controlar Is become frendes thys last weke but they
haue kepte but lyttell companye togethurs neuar
syns what theye do here aftar your ladyshyp shall
undarstand mastar clarke hathe thought good that
my mastar shuld haue ij gowns made agenst crystmas
whyche Is a nyghtgowne of ueluyt & a short gowne
of damaske thus wysshyng your ladyshyp moste prosperys
helthe I tacke my leue/ from lundon this xiiij of
desembar
your ladyshyppes most bownden saruant//
/ Wylliam Moulso//