Part 3

Bowling-ally (where lords and ladies are now at bowles) Fear she should prove honest and refuse and then tell my wife Hopes to have had a bout with her before she had gone Lady Castlemaine is still as great with the King Last of a great many Presbyterian ministers Muske Millon My first attempt being to learn the multiplication-table So good a nature that he cannot deny any thing Sorry to hear that Sir W. Pen's maid Betty was gone away

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, SEP/OCT 1662 [sp21g10.txt]

All made much worse in their report among people than they are Care not for his commands, and especially on Sundays Catched cold yesterday by putting off my stockings Hate in others, and more in myself, to be careless of keys I fear that it must be as it can, and not as I would Lying a great while talking and sporting in bed with my wife My Jane's cutting off a carpenter's long mustacho No good by taking notice of it, for the present she forbears Parson is a cunning fellow he is as any of his coat Pleasures are not sweet to me now in the very enjoying of them She so cruel a hypocrite that she can cry when she pleases Strange things he has been found guilty of, not fit to name Then to church to a tedious sermon When the candle is going out, how they bawl and dispute

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, NOV/DEC 1662 [sp22g10.txt]

All may see how slippery places all courtiers stand in Bewailing the vanity and disorders of the age Charles Barkeley's greatness is only his being pimp to the King Fanatiques do say that the end of the world is at hand Goldsmiths in supplying the King with money at dear rates He made but a poor sermon, but long Joyne the lion's skin to the fox's tail Lady Castlemaine's interest at Court increases Laughing and jeering at every thing that looks strange Lord! to see the absurd nature of Englishmen Short of what I expected, as for the most part it do fall out Will upon occasion serve for a fine withdrawing room

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, 1662 N.S. COMPLETE [sp23g10.txt]

Afeard of being louzy Afeard that my Lady Castlemaine will keep still with the King Afraid now to bring in any accounts for journeys After taking leave of my wife, which we could hardly do kindly Agreed at L3 a year (she would not serve under) All may see how slippery places all courtiers stand in All made much worse in their report among people than they are All the fleas came to him and not to me Aptness I have to be troubled at any thing that crosses me As much his friend as his interest will let him Badge of slavery upon the whole people (taxes) Bewailing the vanity and disorders of the age Bowling-ally (where lords and ladies are now at bowles) Cannot but be with the workmen to see things done to my mind Care not for his commands, and especially on Sundays Catched cold yesterday by putting off my stockings Charles Barkeley's greatness is only his being pimp to the King Comb my head clean, which I found so foul with powdering Command of an army is not beholden to any body to make him King Deliver her from the hereditary curse of child-bearing Did much insist upon the sin of adultery Discontented at the pride and luxury of the Court Discoursed much against a man's lying with his wife in Lent Enjoy some degree of pleasure now that we have health, money Fanatiques do say that the end of the world is at hand Fear she should prove honest and refuse and then tell my wife Fearing that Sarah would continue ill, wife and I removed God forgive me! what a mind I had to her Goldsmiths in supplying the King with money at dear rates Hard matter to settle to business after so much leisure Hate in others, and more in myself, to be careless of keys He made but a poor sermon, but long Holes for me to see from my closet into the great office Hopes to have had a bout with her before she had gone I fear that it must be as it can, and not as I would I know not yet what that is, and am ashamed to ask Joyne the lion's skin to the fox's tail King dined at my Lady Castlemaine's, and supped, every day Lady Castlemaine do speak of going to lie in at Hampton Court Lady Castlemaine is still as great with the King Lady Castlemaine's interest at Court increases Last of a great many Presbyterian ministers Laughing and jeering at every thing that looks strange Let me blood, about sixteen ounces, I being exceedingly full Lord! to see the absurd nature of Englishmen Lust and wicked lives of the nuns heretofore in England Lying a great while talking and sporting in bed with my wife Muske Millon My Jane's cutting off a carpenter's long mustacho My first attempt being to learn the multiplication-table No good by taking notice of it, for the present she forbears Only wind do now and then torment me . . . extremely Parliament hath voted 2s. per annum for every chimney in England Parson is a cunning fellow he is as any of his coat Peruques of hair, as the fashion now is for ladies to wear Pleasures are not sweet to me now in the very enjoying of them Raising of our roofs higher to enlarge our houses See her look dejectedly and slighted by people already See a dead man lie floating upon the waters Sermon; but, it being a Presbyterian one, it was so long She so cruel a hypocrite that she can cry when she pleases She also washed my feet in a bath of herbs, and so to bed Short of what I expected, as for the most part it do fall out Sir W. Pen did it like a base raskall, and so I shall remember Slight answer, at which I did give him two boxes on the ears So good a nature that he cannot deny any thing Sorry to hear that Sir W. Pen's maid Betty was gone away Strange things he has been found guilty of, not fit to name Then to church to a tedious sermon They were not occupiers, but occupied (women) To Mr. Holliard's in the morning, thinking to be let blood Trumpets were brought under the scaffold that he not be heard Up and took physique, but such as to go abroad with Up early and took my physique; it wrought all the morning well When the candle is going out, how they bawl and dispute Whether she suspected anything or no I know not Whether he would have me go to law or arbitracon with him Will upon occasion serve for a fine withdrawing room Will put Madam Castlemaine's nose out of joynt With my whip did whip him till I was not able to stir

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, JAN/FEB 1662/63 [sp24g10.txt]

After oysters, at first course, a hash of rabbits, a lamb At last we pretty good friends Before I sent my boy out with them, I beat him for a lie Dr. Calamy is this day sent to Newgate for preaching Eat a mouthful of pye at home to stay my stomach Familiarity with her other servants is it that spoils them all Feverish, and hath sent for Mr. Pierce to let him blood Found him a fool, as he ever was, or worse Goes down the wind in honour as well as every thing else Had a good supper of an oxe's cheek Hanged with a silken halter How highly the Presbyters do talk in the coffeehouses still I and she never were so heartily angry in our lives as to-day Ill humour to be so against that which all the world cries up Lady Castlemaine hath all the King's Christmas presents Lay chiding, and then pleased with my wife in bed Lay very long with my wife in bed talking with great pleasure Liability of a husband to pay for goods supplied his wife Many thousands in a little time go out of England Money, which sweetens all things Most flat dead sermon, both for matter and manner of delivery Much discourse, but little to be learned Nor will yield that the Papists have any ground given them Nothing in the world done with true integrity Once a week or so I know a gentleman must go . . . . Pain of the stone, and makes bloody water with great pain Rabbit not half roasted, which made me angry with my wife Scholler, but, it may be, thinks himself to be too much so See how time and example may alter a man Servant of the King's pleasures too, as well as business So home, and mighty friends with my wife again So neat and kind one to another Sorry for doing it now, because of obliging me to do the like Talk very highly of liberty of conscience The house was full of citizens, and so the less pleasant There is no passing but by coach in the streets, and hardly that These young Lords are not fit to do any service abroad They were so false spelt that I was ashamed of them Vexed at my wife's neglect in leaving of her scarf Wine, new and old, with labells pasted upon each bottle With much ado in an hour getting a coach home Yet it was her fault not to see that I did take them

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, MAR/APR 1662/63 [sp25g10.txt]

Academy was dissolved by order of the Pope After some pleasant talk, my wife, Ashwell, and I to bed And so to bed, my father lying with me in Ashwell's bed Dare not oppose it alone for making an enemy and do no good Dinner was great, and most neatly dressed Dog attending us, which made us all merry again Galileo's air thermometer, made before 1597 I do not find other people so willing to do business as myself I was very angry, and resolve to beat him to-morrow Insurrection of the Catholiques there Justice of proceeding not to condemn a man unheard Matters in Ireland are full of discontent My maid Susan ill, or would be thought so Parliament do agree to throw down Popery Railed bitterly ever and anon against John Calvin She is conceited that she do well already So home to supper and bed with my father That he is not able to live almost with her That I might say I saw no money in the paper There is no man almost in the City cares a turd for him Though it be but little, yet I do get ground every month

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, MAY/JUN 1663 [sp26g10.txt]

A woman sober, and no high-flyer, as he calls it After awhile I caressed her and parted seeming friends Book itself, and both it and them not worth a turd But a woful rude rabble there was, and such noises Did find none of them within, which I was glad of Did so watch to see my wife put on drawers, which (she did) Duodecimal arithmetique Employed by the fencers to play prizes at Enquiring into the selling of places do trouble a great many Every small thing is enough now-a-days to bring a difference Give her a Lobster and do so touse her and feel her all over God knows that I do not find honesty enough in my own mind Goes with his guards with him publiquely, and his trumpets Great plot which was lately discovered in Ireland He hoped he should live to see her "ugly and willing" He is too wise to be made a friend of I calling her beggar, and she me pricklouse, which vexed me I slept most of the sermon In some churches there was hardly ten people in the whole church It must be the old ones that must do any good Jealous, though God knows I have no great reason John has got a wife, and for that he intends to part with him Keep at interest, which is a good, quiett, and easy profit Lay long in bed talking and pleasing myself with my wife My wife and her maid Ashwell had between them spilled the pot. . . . No sense nor grammar, yet in as good words that ever I saw Nor would become obliged too much to any Nothing is to be got without offending God and the King Nothing of any truth and sincerity, but mere envy and design Reading my Latin grammar, which I perceive I have great need Sad for want of my wife, whom I love with all my heart Saw his people go up and down louseing themselves See whether my wife did wear drawers to-day as she used to do Sent me last night, as a bribe, a barrel of sturgeon She begins not at all to take pleasure in me or study to please She used the word devil, which vexed me So home, and after supper did wash my feet, and so to bed Softly up to see whether any of the beds were out of order or no Statute against selling of offices The goldsmith, he being one of the jury to-morrow Thence by coach, with a mad coachman, that drove like mad Therefore ought not to expect more justice from her They say now a common mistress to the King Through the Fleete Ally to see a couple of pretty [strumpets] Upon a small temptation I could be false to her Waked this morning between four and five by my blackbird Whose voice I am not to be reconciled Wife and the dancing-master alone above, not dancing but talking Would not make my coming troublesome to any

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, JUL/AUG 1663 [sp27g10.txt]

And so to bed and there entertained her with great content Apprehend about one hundred Quakers Being cleansed of lice this day by my wife Conceited, but that's no matter to me Fear it may do him no good, but me hurt Fearful that I might not go far enough with my hat off He having made good promises, though I fear his performance My wife has got too great head to be brought down soon So much is it against my nature to owe anything to any body Sporting in my fancy with the Queen Things being dear and little attendance to be had we went away Towzing her and doing what I would, but the last thing of all. . . .

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, SEP/OCT 1663 [sp28g10.txt]

And so to sleep till the morning, but was bit cruelly And there, did what I would with her Content as to be at our own home, after being abroad awhile Found guilty, and likely will be hanged (for stealing spoons) Half a pint of Rhenish wine at the Still-yard, mixed with beer His readiness to speak spoilt all No more matter being made of the death of one than another Out of an itch to look upon the sluts there Plague is much in Amsterdam, and we in fears of it here Pride himself too much in it Reckon nothing money but when it is in the bank Resolve to live well and die a beggar Scholler, that would needs put in his discourse (every occasion) She was so ill as to be shaved and pidgeons put to her feet The plague is got to Amsterdam, brought by a ship from Argier We having no luck in maids now-a-days Who is over head and eares in getting her house up

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, NOV/DEC 1663 [sp29g10.txt]

Again that she spoke but somewhat of what she had in her heart Better we think than most other couples do Compliment from my aunt, which I take kindly as it is unusual Did go to Shoe Lane to see a cocke-fighting at a new pit there Dined at home alone, a good calves head boiled and dumplings Every man looking after himself, and his owne lust and luxury Excommunications, which they send upon the least occasions Expectation of profit will have its force King was gone to play at Tennis Opening his mind to him as of one that may hereafter be his foe Pen was then turned Quaker Persuade me that she should prove with child since last night Pride and debauchery of the present clergy Quakers being charmed by a string about their wrists Taught my wife some part of subtraction To bed with discontent she yielded to me and began to be fond

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, 1663 N.S. COMPLETE [sp30g10.txt]

A woman sober, and no high-flyer, as he calls it Academy was dissolved by order of the Pope After oysters, at first course, a hash of rabbits, a lamb After some pleasant talk, my wife, Ashwell, and I to bed After awhile I caressed her and parted seeming friends Again that she spoke but somewhat of what she had in her heart And there, did what I would with her And so to sleep till the morning, but was bit cruelly And so to bed and there entertained her with great content And so to bed, my father lying with me in Ashwell's bed Apprehend about one hundred Quakers At last we pretty good friends Before I sent my boy out with them, I beat him for a lie Being cleansed of lice this day by my wife Better we think than most other couples do Book itself, and both it and them not worth a turd But a woful rude rabble there was, and such noises Compliment from my aunt, which I take kindly as it is unusual Conceited, but that's no matter to me Content as to be at our own home, after being abroad awhile Dare not oppose it alone for making an enemy and do no good Did so watch to see my wife put on drawers, which (she did) Did go to Shoe Lane to see a cocke-fighting at a new pit there Did find none of them within, which I was glad of Dined at home alone, a good calves head boiled and dumplings Dinner was great, and most neatly dressed Dog attending us, which made us all merry again Dr. Calamy is this day sent to Newgate for preaching Duodecimal arithmetique Eat a mouthful of pye at home to stay my stomach Employed by the fencers to play prizes at Enquiring into the selling of places do trouble a great many Every man looking after himself, and his owne lust and luxury Every small thing is enough now-a-days to bring a difference Excommunications, which they send upon the least occasions Expectation of profit will have its force Familiarity with her other servants is it that spoils them all Fear it may do him no good, but me hurt Fearful that I might not go far enough with my hat off Feverish, and hath sent for Mr. Pierce to let him blood Found guilty, and likely will be hanged (for stealing spoons) Found him a fool, as he ever was, or worse Galileo's air thermometer, made before 1597 Give her a Lobster and do so touse her and feel her all over God knows that I do not find honesty enough in my own mind Goes with his guards with him publiquely, and his trumpets Goes down the wind in honour as well as every thing else Great plot which was lately discovered in Ireland Had a good supper of an oxe's cheek Half a pint of Rhenish wine at the Still-yard, mixed with beer Hanged with a silken halter He is too wise to be made a friend of He hoped he should live to see her "ugly and willing" He having made good promises, though I fear his performance His readiness to speak spoilt all How highly the Presbyters do talk in the coffeehouses still I calling her beggar, and she me pricklouse, which vexed me I and she never were so heartily angry in our lives as to-day I do not find other people so willing to do business as myself I slept most of the sermon I was very angry, and resolve to beat him to-morrow Ill humour to be so against that which all the world cries up In some churches there was hardly ten people in the whole church Insurrection of the Catholiques there It must be the old ones that must do any good Jealous, though God knows I have no great reason John has got a wife, and for that he intends to part with him Justice of proceeding not to condemn a man unheard Keep at interest, which is a good, quiett, and easy profit King was gone to play at Tennis Lady Castlemaine hath all the King's Christmas presents Lay long in bed talking and pleasing myself with my wife Lay very long with my wife in bed talking with great pleasure Lay chiding, and then pleased with my wife in bed Liability of a husband to pay for goods supplied his wife Many thousands in a little time go out of England Matters in Ireland are full of discontent Money, which sweetens all things Most flat dead sermon, both for matter and manner of delivery Much discourse, but little to be learned My maid Susan ill, or would be thought so My wife has got too great head to be brought down soon My wife and her maid Ashwell had between them spilled the pot. . . . No more matter being made of the death of one than another No sense nor grammar, yet in as good words that ever I saw Nor will yield that the Papists have any ground given them Nor would become obliged too much to any Nothing in the world done with true integrity Nothing of any truth and sincerity, but mere envy and design Nothing is to be got without offending God and the King Once a week or so I know a gentleman must go . . . . Opening his mind to him as of one that may hereafter be his foe Out of an itch to look upon the, sluts there Pain of the stone, and makes bloody water with great pain Parliament do agree to throw down Popery Pen was then turned Quaker Persuade me that she should prove with child since last night Plague is much in Amsterdam, and we in fears of it here Pride and debauchery of the present clergy Pride himself too much in it Quakers being charmed by a string about their wrists Rabbit not half roasted, which made me angry with my wife Railed bitterly ever and anon against John Calvin Reading my Latin grammar, which I perceive I have great need Reckon nothing money but when it is in the bank Resolve to live well and die a beggar Sad for want of my wife, whom I love with all my heart Saw his people go up and down louseing themselves Scholler, that would needs put in his discourse (every occasion) Scholler, but, it may be, thinks himself to be too much so See how time and example may alter a man See whether my wife did wear drawers to-day as she used to do Sent me last night, as a bribe, a barrel of sturgeon Servant of the King's pleasures too, as well as business She was so ill as to be shaved and pidgeons put to her feet She is conceited that she do well already She used the word devil, which vexed me She begins not at all to take pleasure in me or study to please So home, and mighty friends with my wife again So much is it against my nature to owe anything to any body So home to supper and bed with my father So home, and after supper did wash my feet, and so to bed So neat and kind one to another Softly up to see whether any of the beds were out of order or no Sorry for doing it now, because of obliging me to do the like Sporting in my fancy with the Queen Statute against selling of offices Talk very highly of liberty of conscience Taught my wife some part of subtraction That I might say I saw no money in the paper That he is not able to live almost with her The plague is got to Amsterdam, brought by a ship from Argier The goldsmith, he being one of the jury to-morrow The house was full of citizens, and so the less pleasant Thence by coach, with a mad coachman, that drove like mad There is no passing but by coach in the streets, and hardly that There is no man almost in the City cares a turd for him Therefore ought not to expect more justice from her These young Lords are not fit to do any service abroad They were so false spelt that I was ashamed of them They say now a common mistress to the King Things being dear and little attendance to be had we went away Though it be but little, yet I do get ground every month Through the Fleete Ally to see a couple of pretty [strumpets] To bed with discontent she yielded to me and began to be fond Towzing her and doing what I would, but the last thing of all. . . . Upon a small temptation I could be false to her Vexed at my wife's neglect in leaving of her scarf Waked this morning between four and five by my blackbird We having no luck in maids now-a-days Who is over head and eares in getting her house up Whose voice I am not to be reconciled Wife and the dancing-master alone above, not dancing but talking Wine, new and old, with labells pasted upon each bottle With much ado in an hour getting a coach home Would not make my coming troublesome to any Yet it was her fault not to see that I did take them

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, JAN/FEB 1663/64 [sp31g10.txt]

A mad merry slut she is A real and not a complimentary acknowledgment At least 12 or 14,000 people in the street (to see the hanging) Bearing more sayle will go faster than any other ships(multihull) But the wench went, and I believe had her turn served Chatted with her, her husband out of the way Could not saw above 4 inches of the stone in a day Do look upon me as a remembrancer of his former vanity Fear of making her think me to be in a better condition Few in any age that do mind anything that is abstruse God forgive me! what thoughts and wishes I had Good writers are not admired by the present Hear something of the effects of our last meeting (pregnancy?) I do not like his being angry and in debt both together to me I will not by any over submission make myself cheap Ireland in a very distracted condition Jane going into the boat did fall down and show her arse King is mighty kind to these his bastard children King still do doat upon his women, even beyond all shame Mankind pleasing themselves in the easy delights of the world Play good, but spoiled with the ryme, which breaks the sense Pleased to look upon their pretty daughter Pray God give me a heart to fear a fall, and to prepare for it! Pretty sayings, which are generally like paradoxes Ryme, which breaks the sense Sent my wife to get a place to see Turner hanged Sheriffs did endeavour to get one jewell So home to prayers and to bed Such open flattery is beastly Talked with Mrs. Lane about persuading her to Hawly Their saws have no teeth, but it is the sand only There did see Mrs. Lane. . . . . Travels over the high hills in Asia above the clouds Wherein every party has laboured to cheat another Willing to receive a bribe if it were offered me Would make a dogg laugh

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, MARCH 1663/64 [sp32g10.txt]

Doubtfull of himself, and easily be removed from his own opinion Drink a dish of coffee Ill from my late cutting my hair so close to my head Nothing of the memory of a man, an houre after he is dead! She had got and used some puppy-dog water Subject to be put into a disarray upon very small occasions Very angry we were, but quickly friends again Went against me to have my wife and servants look upon them

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, APR/MAY 1664 [sp33g10.txt]

Bath at the top of his house Fear all his kindness is but only his lust to her Fetch masts from New England Find myself to over-value things when a child Generally with corruption, but most indeed with neglect I slept soundly all the sermon In a hackney and full of people, was ashamed to be seen In my dining-room she was doing something upon the pott Methought very ill, or else I am grown worse to please Mrs. Lane was gone forth, and so I missed of my intent Saw "The German Princess" acted, by the woman herself Slabbering my band sent home for another That hair by hair had his horse's tail pulled off indeed

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, JUN/JUL 1664 [sp34g10.txt]