[The duty of the Master of the Wardrobe was to provide “proper furniture for coronations, marriages, and funerals” of the sovereign and royal family, “cloaths of state, beds, hangings, and other necessaries for the houses of foreign ambassadors, cloaths of state for Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, Prince of Wales, and ambassadors abroad,” as also to provide robes for Ministers of State, Knights of the Garter, &c.  The last Master of the Wardrobe was Ralph, Duke of Montague, who died 1709.]

that the two Dukes—­[Duke of York and Duke of Gloucester.]—­do haunt the Park much, and that they were at a play, Madam Epicene,—­["Epicene, or the Silent Woman,” a comedy, by Ben Jonson.]—­the other day; that Sir.  Ant.  Cooper, Mr. Hollis, and Mr. Annesly,& late President of the Council of State, are made Privy Councillors to the King.  At night very busy sending Mr. Donne away to London, and wrote to my father for a coat to be made me against I come to London, which I think will not be long.  At night Mr. Edward Montagu came on board and staid long up with my Lord.  I to bed and about one in the morning,

7th.  W. Howe called me up to give him a letter to carry to my Lord that came to me to-day, which I did and so to, sleep again.  About three in the morning the people began to wash the deck, and the water came pouring into my mouth, which waked me, and I was fain to rise and get on my gown, and sleep leaning on my table.  This morning Mr. Montagu went away again.  After dinner come Mr. John Wright and Mr. Moore, with the sight of whom my heart was very glad.  They brought an order for my Lord’s coming up to London, which my Lord resolved to do tomorrow.  All the afternoon getting my things in order to set forth to-morrow.  At night walked up and down with Mr. Moore, who did give me an account of all things at London.  Among others, how the Presbyterians would be angry if they durst, but they will not be able to do any thing.  Most of the Commanders on board and supped with my Lord.  Late at night came Mr. Edw.  Pickering from London, but I could not see him this night.  I went with Mr. Moore to the Master’s cabin, and saw him there in order to going to bed.  After that to my own cabin to put things in order and so to bed.

8th.  Out early, took horses at Deale.  I troubled much with the King’s gittar, and Fairbrother, the rogue that I intrusted with the carrying of it on foot, whom I thought I had lost.  Col.  Dixwell’s horse taken by a soldier and delivered to my Lord, and by him to me to carry to London.  Came to Canterbury, dined there.  I saw the minster and the remains of Becket’s tomb.  To Sittiligborne and Rochester.  At Chatham and Rochester the ships and bridge.  Mr. Hetly’s mistake about dinner.  Come to Gravesend.  A good handsome wench I kissed, the first that I have seen a great while.  Supped with my Lord, drank late below with Penrose, the Captain.  To bed late, having first laid out all my things against to-morrow to put myself in a walking garb.  Weary and hot to bed to Mr. Moore.