+Source.+--_Henry VIII. Lettres à Anne Boleyn._ Crapelet, Paris.
Letter XIII.
Since your last letters, mine own darling, Walter Welsh, Master Brown,
John Case, John Cork the pothecary be fallen of the sweat in this
house, and, thanked be God, all well recovered, so that as yet the
plague is not fully ceased here; but I trust shortly it shall. By the
mercy of God the rest of us yet be well, and I trust shall pass it,
either not to have it, or at the least as easily as the rest have
done.... As touching your abode at Herne, do therein as best shall
like you; for you know best what air does best with you; but I would
it were come thereto (if it pleased God), that neither of us need care
for that; for I ensure you I think it long. Suche is fallen sick of
the sweat; and therefore I send you this bearer, because I think you
long to hear tidings from us, as we do likewise from you. Written with
the hand _de votre seul_.
H. Rex.