We set out of London on Wednesday the eight of July and reached that night to Tottenham High Cross, where we lodged at the Bear etc. By the way thither we met with the shake-rag errant and his two doxies etc.

From thence to Waltham, where my Lady Wroth came to my gossip etc. with Mr Ed Kerry, Mr Harbert and5 Mr Powell, etc. There also came to us two Cambridge men, one fellow of Q College called Holmes, and Blitheman Master of Art who etc.

Thence to Hogsdon, where a lunatic woman met us by the way and went dancing before us, and a humorous tinker of whom we could not be rid etc. There also three minstrels thrust themselves upon us, asking whether we would hear a merry song, which proved to be the life and death of my Lord of Essex. This forenoon it thundered and rained, which stopped us from setting forwards till towards the evening. Then we came to Ware, to Mr Cross’s, where Sir Robert Mansell, Sir Arnold Harbert, and Mr Rice came to us and Sir Thomas [sic] subscribed 10 pieces etc. Here my fat hostess commended me with a token. Thence to Puckeridge the Falcon, where we dined, where mine host Holland gave my gossip a forest bill etc. That night we came to Dick of Buntingford’s to bed.