Molto Ill^re Signor. Since my last letters which were of the last of October or ther aboutes I have little to write of but that I purpose whiles I live and am at libertie (which can not be long) to write to you as oft as I can, I wold not have written yet this weeke at the least but soe it is good S^r that I may now wel fear that every letter wil be my last, and therfore take this one as my last unies things fal out better then I have reason to expect. About the time of my last letters your coosen S^r francis Hastings dyed, and dyed a beggar too, and about that time your frend M^r [name obscured: possibly ‘Hore’] had a yong sonn Francis. The cowntesse of Kildare in Ireland dyed about that time; but al your poor frendes nere or about us live as yet dailie expecting such hazardes, and miseries as wold make a Christians heart even bleed to thinke of them. In the beginning of this month the Catholiks of our parish were summoned to appear at the Shirtowne, and for as much as they feared that the oath wold be tendred unto them they appeared not, and streight upon that contempt they were excommunicated in the church, and the names of above threescore in the parish wher I live were set upon the Church doors amongst which your two sisters with ther Coosins, and Companie were the first. The knaves that went then away out of the cowntrie have since that time renewed ther commission and are to come shortlie downe again.