To the Ryght honorable & hys synguler good lady my lady ye Countese of Shresburye.
Ryght honorable. yt may be yat I mystoke ye matter, but as myn aucthore spake, so I wrote to your honor. he is ye party, yat hathe all doinges with ye seriante for master pierpoynte I meane master fletcher my great frynd, but not so frendly in this matter, as I labored to make hym; yet I am fayne mervelously to hyde my meanyng The other parties have so prevented & foreclossed the hartes of honeste men to gyther with Raskalls. I pray you Madame pervse over my laste letres agayne, ye constructiene I referre to you, for I wrote as I herde, & we go all by gesse & coniectures as strangers to ye thyng so closly in workyng. And I say, ye meane to levy no fyne, but to passe all by feoffes apon truste, which I beleave shalbe ye auctores & begynners of this Tragedy fownde in ye ende I worke as a meane betwene ye ij parties, lovyng bothe so well as non better. Therfor he muste handle ye matter wysly and silently, yat muste putt his hand withowt harme betwene ye barke & ye tree. When I have commoned with hur, ye other gelously desyryth to know of me, whatt was sayd. Thynke you now whatt herte I have, whome bothe parties truste love. Thei bothe ar lothe I should departe from yer howse, & evyn now master pierrepont browght me from holme whome & wyll call me agayn at night returnyng whome warde from New sted this xijth of Auguste. yet I can not do any great good, so long as ther ys suche cowncellors with in a myle & within iij myles weste, wheare now ye yowng syr is with his mammee I take yat place to be ye fountan of this myscheffe yet I know it not & so I pray your honour to take me. I speak of no stomache, yet there was ye forge, wheare my troble was framed. & there was ye meanynges & concourse of them all, er thei sett owt to ye Seriante as I espyed in ye begynninge by way of prophesyinge. Now yf this be trew, then the scripture is trew, yat sayeth: ex presbiteris processit iniquitas —prestes ar the begynnyng of all mischeffe I neade speak no playner to a good expositonne. Then madame thynke yat yt ys no marvayle yf a yowng ientleman be entrapped of olde sowldyers. Suche wyly heddes other for nearenes of place & parentage, or for olde serpentyne sublyltee, ar able to sett division betwene moste conioyned persons, wo wereth them. My Lorde Dyer told me, yat there ys no way to lett master pierrepont yf he lyste so to doo, but by persuasyone & fayre meanes, which for his parte should not wante, yf he came to hym. I beleave master harehe being wonne (which my Lorde your Beadfelow may do) all the matter wer steyd. for all thei sett theyr lyght at Suharson. I beseche you good madame, vse ye yownge gentleman as gently as ye can, yat we may wynne hym, yf yt be possible, to hate theyr devises & thynke of them as thei ar: no fryndes but foes. yt may be yat theyr proposed feate at Candlemas to be wrought ys ye same, yat the letter mentioneth yat your honour laste wrote. A sonne (when pleasyth god) wold turne all this matter. I do not yet lyke all thynges there so well, as I hope I maye here after. but ye two parties agrea well thanked be ye lorde I heare say yat Anne pierrepont ys in love with on Teyvle & for yat cawse hur mother hathe discharged Teverell of his man & boy he hadd in the howse. I speake but by heare say, yet Teyvell ys not at Clyston. yf it be this, then your hope of master Chaworth yat wayse ys dawnted. I mynd in the ande of this next weeke to see your honor. Master pierrepont hathe a booke of me called Gallen in phesycke, and foloweth my cowncell for ye thynge I told your honor, yat he theryn may perceave wedlocke helpyth & hurtythe not yat thynge./. your dowghter speakyth to me for soiornyng &c. but he dothe not as yet. your .ij. suheete chyldren ar in helthe, but I suppose concernyng theyr commyng to Chatzworth promyse wyll not be performed, your letter was shewed to me/ & I spake but lacke of horse ys ye cawse. when I beleaved .v. hundrythe markes to be &c. I now vnderstand I was deceaved by hym yat wold have me thynke so. Thus I take my leave of your honor. the xijth of August.1571.

your honor’s to command

Jo. L.

by close dealyng, a man may come to a kyngdom

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