Most dear Wife. Has written to her divers times, but doubting of the receipt, since she sent him no answer, he once more ventures to write and to tell her of the misfortune he had before Bristol where he was unfortunately shot through the right side of his nose, out under the left ear, through all the jugular veins and mouth, and did bleed extremely so that everybody thought he had been choked. But good God be praised he is in pretty good state if it does not turn into a fever. Hopes to recover his bodily health shortly, but his wound will be long. Her son has put him unto charge for he has seldom been well since he came thither to Owen. 'I have nothine to send unto thee nor thy daughters for I cannot stirr abrode.' The King coming yesterday to Bristol and passing by the army and seeing Owen's colours asked Prince Rupert whose they were, who answered that they were Owen's: the King turned his horse suddenly and called to one of Owen's officers who came to him. 'I hope in God your Colonel is not dead': 'Noe and please your Majesty he is some thinge dangirously hurte': 'I praise God for his life and desir is recoverie'. This was spoken before all the court and army which is sufficient for any soldier and a great favour from a king in the field. 'Before Owen left Oxford the King gave him the place of Vice-Admiral of North Wales and it carried in spite of all opposition. Dear heart 'fare thee well'. PS Services to his cousins of Brynkir, Stymllyn and Wern, and all about: to Mr Ellice, Griffith Ellice, Robert ap Rees, Ellice Maurice and Braich y Bib, and they of Trevan. Asks to be commended to 'Jammy baich'.