Elizabeth Stonor to William Stonor

 180. ELIZABETH STONOR TO WILLIAM
STONOR

 7 MARCH, 1477

      "Your servant Christoffyre" is probably Christopher Holland. As to
John Elmys see No. 60. Hugh Fenne was a ward of Stonor, see vol. i, p. xxix.
The signature and postscript are autograph. From A.C., xlvi, 120.

Jhesu A^? xvij.

     Ryght enterly and best belovyd husbond, I recomaund me unto you
as hertely as I can. Syre, I have ress[eyved] a letter ffrom you, and a
nothyr letter þat my son Betson sent you and a tokyn from you be your
servant Christoffyre, whech letter I have red and ryght well undyrstond.
And as towchyng John Elmys, truly, syre, he is a marvelus man: I con-
seyve be my son þat he wold goo from his promesse þat he made to
you and to hym of his woll þat hyt suchld¹ aryse as good in pokyng thys
зere as hyt ded þe last зere: and þat I consyve he cannot make good:
but never þe lesse I dout not but þat you and my son Betson wyll
handyll þe matyrs well I-nowe: ffore blessyd be God зe be on þe surere
syde: ffore all þe sayde woll I have ress[eyved] hyte and fayer howsyd
hyt: and зyt ffore all that I wot well þat you and my son wylnot dele
with hym othyrewyse than ryght and consyes wyll requere, and þat is
best. Syre, I thank you hertely þat hyt plesyd you to wyshe me with
you at redyng off my letter: truly I wold I had a be there with you at
þe same seson with all my hert. And as towchyng my brothyre Stonore,
truly syre ther was no bodye þat tellyd me precysly þat hyt was he, but
I knowe well hyt was he, ffore hyt was sayde to me þat I kept you here
among a meany of boyes with othyre langwage more, whech was not
fyttyng fore to have such langwage of any servant that long to you ore
me: fore, and he remembyre hym selff well, he hath no cause to saye
of me otherwyse than well: fore I never sayde to dysplease hym be my
wyll, but fore hys own worshypp, and þat knowyth God, how ever pre-
serve you. At London, þe vij day of Marche. Cateryn and Hue Fenne
recomaund them unto you, and they pray fore you as they can. And

 ¹ I.e. schuld.

Syre Wyllm. Stavelye and all your howshold ffaryth well, blessyd be
God.

By your owne to my pouer Elysabeth Stonore.

     My good Cosen, I am crassed in my baket:¹³ you wat what I men.

     To my ryght worschypfull Cosyn Wyllm. Stonore, squyer, at Stonore
be this delyvered.

180. ELIZABETH STONOR TO WILLIAM
STONOR

7 MARCH, 1477

     “Your servant Christoffyre” is probably Christopher Holland. As to
John Elmys see No. 60. Hugh Fenne was a ward of Stonor, see vol. i, p. xxix.
The signature and postscript are autograph. From A.C., xlvi, 120.

Jhesu A^o xvij.

     Ryght enterly and best belovyd husbond, I recomaund me unto you
as hertely as I can. Syre, I have ress[eyved] a letter ffrom you, and a
nothyr letter þat my son Betson sent you and a tokyn from you be your
servant Christoffyre, whech letter I have red and ryght well undyrstond.
And as towchyng John Elmys, truly, syre, he is a marvelus man: I con-
seyve be my son þat he wold goo from his promesse þat he made to
you and to hym of his woll þat hyt suchld¹ aryse as good in pokyng thys
Зere as hyt ded þe last Зere: and þat I consyve he cannot make good:
but never þe lesse I dout not but þat you and my son Betson wyll
handyll þe matyrs well I-nowe: ffore blessyd be God Зe be on þe surere
syde: ffore all þe sayde woll I have ress[eyved] hyte and fayer howsyd
hyt: and Зyt ffore all that I wot well þat you and my son wylnot dele
with hym othyrewyse than ryght and consyes wyll requere, and þat is
best. Syre, I thank you hertely þat hyt plesyd you to wyshe me with
you at redyng off my letter: truly I wold I had a be there with you at
þe same seson with áll my hert. And as towchyng my brothyre Stonore,
truly syre ther was no bodye þat tellyd me precysly þat hyt was he, but
I knowe well hyt was he, ffore hyt was sayde to me þat I kept you here
among a meany of boyes with othyre langwage more, whech was not
fyttyng fore to have such langwage of any servant that long to you ore
me: fore, and he remembyre hym selff well, he hath no cause to saye
of me otherwyse than well: fore I never sayde to dysplease hym be my
wyll, but fore hys own worshypp, and þat knowyth God, how ever pre-
serve you. At London, þe vij day of Marche. Cateryn and Hue Fenne
recomaund them unto you, and they pray fore you as they can. And
Syre Wyllm. Stavelye and all your howshold ffaryth well, blessyd be
God.

                                     By your owne to my pouer Elysabeth Stonore.

     My good Cosen, I am crassed in my baket: you wat what I men.

     To my ryght worschypfull Cosyn Wyllm. Stonore, squyer, at Stonore
be this delyvered.

¹ I.e. schuld.