To my Louing daughtar the Lady Talbott/
daughtar since the tyme that I rise this day I haue not had Leasur to speake to any boddie to send to you to know how you doe; heare hath ben with me this afternowne, my Lady marcus, my Lady arrendall, my Lady Strange, my Lady garard and the master of the rooles I pray you Let me heare this nighte how you and your good Lorde doth else shall I not slepe quiatly my Iuyls arbell and mary ys well in healthe and so in haste I end praying god to blesse you both and all ours/ at Chelsey this Friday vj of the clocke

Your Louing mother


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