excellent play it is. So home, and intended to be merry, it being my
sixth wedding night; but by a late bruise . . . . I am in so much pain
that I eat my supper and in pain to bed, yet my wife and I pretty merry.

11th: All day in bed with a cataplasm . . . . and at night rose a
little, and to bed again in more ease than last night. This noon there
came my brother and Dr. Tom and Snow to dinner, and by themselves were
merry.

12th. In bed the greatest part of this day also, and my swelling in some
measure gone. I received a letter this day from my father, that Sir R.
Bernard do a little fear that my uncle has not observed exactly the custom
of Brampton in his will about his lands there, which puts me to a great
trouble in mind, and at, night wrote to him and to my father about it,
being much troubled at it.

13th (Lord's day). Did not stir out all day, but rose and dined below,
and this day left off half skirts and put on a wastecoate, and my false
taby wastecoate with gold lace; and in the evening there came Sir W.
Batten to see me, and sat and supped very kindly with me, and so to
prayers and to bed.

14th. This morning I ventured by water abroad to Westminster, but lost my
labour, for Mr. Montagu was not in town. So to the Wardrobe, and there
dined with my Lady, which is the first time I have seen her dine abroad
since her being brought to bed of my Lady Katherine. In the afternoon
Captain Ferrers and I walked abroad to several places, among others to Mr.
Pim's, my Lord's Taylour's, and there he went out with us to the Fountain
tavern and did give us store of wine, and it being the Duke of York's
birthday, we drank the more to his health. But, Lord! what a sad story he