Henry VIII. to Anne Boleyn.
[ June, 1528 ]
The uneasiness my doubts about your health gave me, disturbed and alarmed me exceedingly, and I
should not have had any quiet without hearing certain tidings. But now, since you have as yet
felt nothing, I hope, and am assured that it1 will spare you, as I hope it is doing with us.
For when we were at Walton, two ushers, two valets de chambre, and your brother,2 fell ill, but
are now quite well; and since we have returned to your house at Hunsdon, we have been perfectly
well, and have not, at present, one sick person, God be praised; and I think, if you would retire
from Surrey, as we did, you would escape all danger. There is another thing that may comfort you,
which is, that, in truth, in this distemper few or no women have been taken ill, and, what is more,
no person of our court, and few elsewhere, have died of it. For which reason I beg you, my entirely
beloved, not to frighten yourself nor be too uneasy at our absence; for, wherever I am, I am yours,
and yet we must sometimes submit to our misfortunes, for whoever will struggle against fate is
generally but so much the farther from gaining his end: wherefore comfort yourself, and take courage,
and avoid the pestilence as much as you can, for I hope shortly to make you sing, le renvoye.
No more at present, for lack of time, but that I wish you in my arms, that I might a little dispel
your unreasonable thoughts. Written by the hand of him who is and always will be yours,
1. The sweating sickness epidemic, which raged in London and surrounds
in June, 1528. cf. two letters from the French Ambassador.
2. George Boleyn.]