_To Master Syr John Paston, Knyght._
[Sidenote: 1469 / DEC.]
Ryght worchepfull syr, I recomand me to you, &c. It is so that thys day
ther cam a good felaw to me, whyche may not be dyscoveryd, and let me
wet that my Lord of Norff. consayll hathe this Crystmas gotyn the two
wydows, whows husbands wer slayn at the sege of Caster, and have hem
bowndyn in a gret some that they shall swe a peel ayenst me and syche as
wer ther with me within the plase, and they be bownd also that they
shall relese no man within the apell namyd tyll syche tyme as my Lord of
Norff. wyll lycence them.
Item, the cawse is thys, as it is told me by dyvers, that ye meke no
more swte to my Lord for yourself than ye do, and therfor they do the
wors to me for your sake.
Item, as for my comyng up to London, so God help me, and I may chese,
I com not ther, for _argent me fawlt_, without apell or an inkyr
[_inquiry ?_] of som specyall mater of your cawse it. Item, I pray yow
remembyr Caleys, for I am put out of wagys in thys contre.
Item, I pray yow send me some tydyngs how the world gothe _ad
confortandum stomacum_.
Item, ye must purvey anewe atorny in thys contre. As for me, for our
maters and clamore is to gret, and our purse and wytte to slendyr, but I
wyle rubbe on as long as I maye bothe with myn owne, and other menys
that wyle do for me tyll better pese be.
Wretyn thys Saturdaye, at Norwcyche.