To my Loueng daughter the Lady Talbott / / /
Swete harte, I harde this day from my sonne parponnte as you may parseue by his Letter;, my systar snowe ys dysspached from the courte and gon into the contrie no doubte ther was some deuise vsed to her to doe as she hath done, I am glad she ys dysspached; but I can say no more then nan baynton tels me, that she was at London and ys gon into the contrie; I thanke god that your Lord you and all our Lettylons are well, I haue ben contenewally greately paynd in my heade, necke, shouldars, and armes, and thenke yt much worse in the moyste wether./ this day I thanke god I am somewhat better and ventared to goe into the gardyn wher I was not this v. or vj weekes before, I harde not from the courte since monday, nor know nothing worthy the aduertising and so I ende praying, god to blesse you my good sonne and all ours/ at Chelsey this friday/

your Louing mother/ / /


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