about it, and I had made more enquiry into the truth of it, which he agreed to.  Then we fell to publique discourse, wherein was principally this:  he cleared it to me beyond all doubt that Coventry is his enemy, and has been long so.  So that I am over that, and my Lord told it me upon my proposal of a friendship between them, which he says is impossible, and methinks that my Lord’s displeasure about the report in print of the first fight was not of his making, but I perceive my Lord cannot forget it, nor the other think he can.  I shewed him how advisable it were upon almost any terms for him to get quite off the sea employment.  He answers me again that he agrees to it, but thinks the King will not let him go off:  He tells me he lacks now my Lord Orrery to solicit it for him, who is very great with the King.  As an infinite secret, my Lord tells me, the factions are high between the King and the Duke, and all the Court are in an uproare with their loose amours; the Duke of Yorke being in love desperately with Mrs. Stewart.  Nay, that the Duchesse herself is fallen in love with her new Master of the Horse, one Harry Sidney, and another, Harry Savill.  So that God knows what will be the end of it.  And that the Duke is not so obsequious as he used to be, but very high of late; and would be glad to be in the head of an army as Generall; and that it is said that he do propose to go and command under the King of Spayne, in Flanders.  That his amours to Mrs. Stewart are told the King.  So that all is like to be nought among them.  That he knows that the Duke of Yorke do give leave to have him spoken slightly of in his owne hearing, and doth not oppose it, and told me from what time he hath observed this to begin.  So that upon the whole my Lord do concur to wish with all his heart that he could with any honour get from off the imployment.  After he had given thanks to me for my kind visit and good counsel, on which he seems to set much by, I left him, and so away to my Bezan againe, and there to read in a pretty French book, “La Nouvelle Allegorique,” upon the strife between rhetorique and its enemies, very pleasant.  So, after supper, to sleepe, and sayled all night, and came to Erith before break of day.

18th.  About nine of the clock, I went on shore, there (calling by the way only to look upon my Lord Bruncker) to give Mrs. Williams an account of her matters, and so hired an ill-favoured horse, and away to Greenwich to my lodgings, where I hear how rude the souldiers have been in my absence, swearing what they would do with me, which troubled me, but, however, after eating a bit I to the office and there very late writing letters, and so home and to bed.