Diary, Apr/May 1664 | Page 9

of the platery of the navy, for my
minds was mighty troubled with the business all night long, I did wake
about one o'clock in the morning, a thing I most rarely do, and pissed a
little with great pain, continued sleepy, but in a high fever all night,
fiery hot, and in some pain. Towards morning I slept a little and waking
found myself better, but . . . . --[After what was just allowed print
above, what could have required censorship here? D.W.]--with some
pain, and rose I confess with my clothes sweating, and it was somewhat
cold too, which I believe might do me more hurt, for I continued cold
and apt to shake all the morning, but that some trouble with Sir J.
Minnes and Sir W. Batten kept me warm. At noon home to dinner upon
tripes, and so though not well abroad with my wife by coach to her
Tailor's and the New Exchange, and thence to my father's and spoke
one word with him, and thence home, where I found myself sick in my
stomach and vomited, which I do not use to do. Then I drank a glass or
two of Hypocras, and to the office to dispatch some business, necessary,
and so home and to bed, and by the help of Mithrydate--[An opiate??
D.W.]--slept very well.

10th (Lord's day). Lay long in bed, and then up and my wife dressed
herself, it being Easter day, but I not being so well as to go out, she,
though much against her will, staid at home with me; for she had put on
her new best gowns, which indeed is very fine now with the lace; and

this morning her taylor brought home her other new laced silks gowns
with a smaller lace, and new petticoats, I bought the other day both
very pretty. We spent the day in pleasant talks and company one with
another, reading in Dr. Fuller's book what he says of the family of the
Cliffords and Kingsmills, and at night being myself better than I was by
taking a glyster,--[Pepy's spells this procedure sometimes with a 'c' and
sometimes with a 'g' but a clyster however spelt is what today is termed
and enema. D.W.]--which did carry away a great deal of wind, I after
supper at night went to bed and slept well.

11th. Lay long talking with my wife, then up and to my chamber
preparing papers against my father comes to lie here for discourse
about country business. Dined well with my wife at home, being
myself not yet thorough well, making water with some pain, but better
than I was, and all my fear of an ague gone away. In the afternoon my
father came to see us, and he gone I up to my morning's work again,
and so in the evening a little to the office and to see Sir W. Batten, who
is ill again, and so home to supper and to bed.

12th. Up, and after my wife had dressed herself very fine in her new
laced gown, and very handsome indeed, W. Howe also coming to see
us, I carried her by coach to my uncle Wight's and set her down there,
and W. Howe and I to the Coffee-house, where we sat talking about
getting of him some place under my Lord of advantage if he should go
to sea, and I would be glad to get him secretary and to out Creed if I
can, for he is a crafty and false rogue. Thence a little to the 'Change,
and thence took him to my uncle Wight's, where dined my father, poor
melancholy man, that used to be as full of life as anybody, and also my
aunt's brother, Mr. Sutton, a merchant in Flanders, a very sober, fine
man, and Mr. Cole and his lady; but, Lord! how I used to adore that
man's talke, and now methinks he is but an ordinary man, his son a
pretty boy indeed, but his nose unhappily awry. Other good company
and an indifferent, and but indifferent dinner for so much company, and
after dinner got a coach, very dear, it being Easter time and very foul
weather, to my Lord's, and there visited my Lady, and leaving my wife
there I and W. Howe to Mr. Pagett's, and there heard some musique not
very good, but only one Dr. Walgrave, an Englishman bred at Rome,

who plays the best upon the lute that I ever heard man. Here I also met
Mr. Hill
[Thomas Hill, a man whose taste for music caused him to be a very
acceptable companion to Pepys. In January, 1664-65, he became
assistant to the secretary of the Prize Office.]
the little merchant,