Thereto Rob: Catesby

Though all you malefactors flock to London, as birdes in winter to a dunghill, yett doe I [___] freely possess the sweet cuntry ayre and to say truth would fayne be amongst you but cannott as yett gett mony to come up: I was att Ashbye to have mett you, butt you were newly gonne, my busines, and your uncertaine stay made me hunt no further. I pray you commend me to our friends and when ocasion shall require send downe to my brothers or Mr. Talbots; within this moneth I wilbe with you at London. So god keep you this 12th of October

your loving frend

Thomas Wintour