_To my right worschipfull Sir, Robert Rokysby._
[Sidenote: 1460]
Ryght wurshipfull Sir, I recomaunde me to you, besechyng you, of your
goode mastership, that ye wol wechesafe to speeke to Richard Kowven that
he myght brynge me or sende me the money that is betwen hym and me in
all the haste that he maye, for in goode feythe I hadde never more neede
for to have help of my goode as I have at this tyme, for, Godwot, it
stonde right straunge with me; for the false chayler that kepeth me
entretethe me worse thanne it weere a dogge, for I am feterid worse
thanne ever I whas, and manacled in the hands by the daye and nyght, for
he is a feerde of me for brekyng a weye. He makethe false tales of me,
throw the means of a false qwene that was tendyng to a Frensheman that
is presoner to my Lord Roose,[241.2] and for be cause of that he bronde
me every day be John of Berney, that is goone to the tother
Lords;[242.1] but I truste to God oonys to qwite hys meede. And, Sir,
I thanke you mekel of that ye have doone for me or seide; and, Sir,
I shal deserve it a yenst yow, be the grace of God, for i’ feythe I am
be holden to you more thane to all men that ever I founde syn I cam in
preson.
No more to you at this tyme, but God have you in His kepyng.
Be your servaunt and bedman,