_To the right reverent and wurchepfull Sir, and my gode mayster, John
Paston, Esquyer._
[Sidenote: 1461 / SEPT. 24]
Right reverent and wurchepfull sir, I recomand me to your gode
maystershep, prayng you to wete that I was at Blakkes, and spake with
his wiffe; and she seth he was not at hame this iij. weks,--he ridith up
the countre to take accompts of balys [_bailiffs_],--and that this day
sevennyght he shuld have satyn in Caystr by you up on accounts, and fro
thens he shuld have redyn to Lynne, and that he shall be at home un
Monday at nyght next comyng. Wherfor I have left my heraund with her.
But she seth that he shall not mown comyn [_be able to come_] to you,
for my Lady[310.2] have sent for hym in gret hast, bothyn be a letter
and be a tokyn, to comyn to her as hastly as he may; notwithstandyng she
shall do the herand to hym.
As for Yelverton, I dede a gode fele to enquer of Yemmys Skynner whan
the seid Yelverton shuld go to London. He seid not this sevynnyght. He
cowde not tell what day till he had spokyn with his son. His sone shuld
come to hym or his master shuld ridyn. I shall enquer mor at Walsyngham.
And for Godds love be not to longe fro London, for men seyn ther, as I
have be [told], that my Lord of Glowcetir[310.3] shuld have Cayster, and
ther is gret noyse of this revell that was don in Suffolk be Yelverton
and Jeney; and your wele willers thynkyn that if thei myght prevayle in
this, thei wold attempt you in other. But seas ther pore and malyce, and
preserve you from all evill. And at the reverence of God lete sum
interposicion go a twix you and my mastres your moder or ye go to
London, and all that ye do shall spede the better; for she is set on
gret malyce, and every man that she spekith with knowith her hert, and
it is like to be a fowle noyse [over] all the countre with aught it be
sone sesid.
Also, sir, it is told me that my Lord of Norfolk is comyn to
Framlyngham, and that ye be gretly comendyd in his howshold. Therfor it
wer wele do, me semyth, that ye spake with hym. The Holy Trynyte kepe
you.
Wretyn at Norwich, the Thursday next after Sent Mathewe.
Your pore prest,