To my mastyr Syr John Paston, knyght, in Fletstret. Syr, &c., jt is so that wyth-owght ye haue hasty reparacyon doon at Caster ye be lyek to haue doubyll cost in hast, for the reyn hathe so moystyd the wallys in many plasys that they may not tylle the howsys tyll the wallys be reparyd, or ellys ye shall haue doubyll cost for to vntylle your howsys ayen at syche tyme as ye shall amend the wallys; and if it be not do thys yer many of the wallys wyll lye in the moot or longe to. Ye knowe the febyllnesse of the vtter coort of old. John Pampyng hathe had home to Caster as good as x ml tylle fro the plase at Yermouthe, and it wer peté that the tyll wer lost, and the lenger þat it lythe vnleyd the wers it wyll be. I haue thys day bespok as myche lyme as wyll serue for the tyll, wherfor i prey you remembyr the cost of the werkmanshep and puruey the money by oo mean or othyr, what shefte so euyr ye make. And for your owne profyte remembyr to goo thorow wyth Hwghe of Fen, for by my trowthe ye wyll ellys repent yow or owght longe, for bothe ye shall loose hys good wyll and lett par auenture that auantage that he myght do yow in your lond recoueryng, wher as he may do yow harme and he wyll, and then to late wyse. Item, that ye remembyr your relesys and gounys of my lord of Norffolk er ye com hom. Item, i send yow by the berer herof a lettyr dyrect to yow that a man of my lord of Oxenfortheys delyuerd me, whych lettyr comyth fro the Kyng. Item, that ye remembyr in eny wyse to serche for the fyne in syche plasys as my modyr sent yow woord of in a lettyr, for myn oncyll and my grauntdam report that they haue serchyd in all plasys ther as it shold be, but they can not fynd no thyng of it. Also that ye look whedyr the fyne was reryd to eny feoffeys mor then to my grauntfadyr and my grauntdam and ther issu, for and ther wer eny feoffeys namyd in the fyn it is the bettyr for yow. My lady and my grantdam be com to London for the same mater, wherfor it wer well do that the jwgys wer enformyd of your mater befor they spak wyth theym. I prey yow hye yow hom hastyly and se your owne profyt your-sylf. Pampyng and i shall clowt vp your howsys as we may wyth the money þat we haue tyll more com, but ye shold do bettyr your-sylf. i prey red thys byll onys on a day tyll ye haue sped thes maters wretyn her-in. Thowe it be to your peyne to labore theym, remembyr your profyt. Nomor, &c., but God kep yow thys Lent fro lollardy of fleshe. Wretyn at Norwyche the Twysday next aftyr that i depertyd fro yow.