Salutem in Christo

My verye good Lord:

Anye man maye sweare you will be at leisure to wright that reeds your volumes. And I take mye selfe much beholdinge to you for both paines and kindnes. Mye hand is as little as mye selfe, and will thrust up an answear into a closer roome.

I am verye glad you have your desyres to staye till November but I shall take noe notice of yt.

Sir David Fowles, I thinke it goes on as well as you could wishe. His Maiestye was pleased to tell me part of the storye, upon occasion of mye shewinge a passage of your Leters to hime. The passage was concerninge the Gentleman under the press. Which his Maiestye sayde he would againe putt to the Attournye. And then added: And because I see thear is good correspondencye betweene mye Lord Deputye and you (which I am glad of because you ar both honest men and mye servants) I will tell you howe Sir David Fowles etc. And it maye be I shall fitt hime a little before your game be readye to playe.

Mye Lord Cottington tells me he hears that both of us abuse hime. The best is, what he hath nowe written (what eare it be) was written before I told hime of his Spannish aches. But wot you what? He was not at the Bath at all, but onlye ridd up and downe the Cuntrye for his pleasure and is come home as sound as Armestronge.

One greevous accident he had as he rode on hawkinge. He stole a penn from me at the Counsell Table two months before, and putt it in his pockett. Thear he kept it soe longe that it wore out the lynings of his hose and ran up into his Breetch. Thiss he confesses himselfe, what hurt els he had bye it I knowe not.

Mr Railton brought me the Petition for Palses fyne. I would have you thanke mye Lord Treasurer, and mye Lord Cottington for their noblenes in the busynes. Your Leters came to mye hand September 27. and bare date the 4th soe longe they wear on the waye.