_To my worshipfull maister, Maister Paston of the Temple._
Worshipfull Sir, soo ye will send a polletik person to Ludgate in
secrete wise to comune with me, and lete hym not in no wise speke of you
to hove (?) youre good maistership, and a resonable remedy shall ease
you of a gret part that the criour cleymeth of you for Maister Fastolffs
detts of xiij. or xiiij. yere at the lest, and be that perave[ntu]re of
the hole _qui in uno est reus morbus [in omnibus] reus_ . . . . . . .
Sir, remembreth your worship if y doo to ease you, lete me not be
discoveryd, for ye knewe not your worship y wold not doo thus. What ever
ye have of me, ye may sey it is found in the stywardes boks, and y know
that ye have desired favour to have hym seese for your worship that
procur hym ageyns you; whoo so shall kom to me, he may kom in Maistre
Nevills name, for with hym have y a doo. As for your own servaunts,
y ferd me lest they be knowyn whethir it be servaunt or othir, send
knowleche of my reword and a bille under your seall or your own hands,
or bothe on your worship to have it close that y be not blamyd for that;
y shall telle you her after. Wretyn in Ludgate.
Your servaunt and there prisoner,