the room seem both bigger and lighter
     Outdo for neatness and plenty anything done by any of them
     Poll Bill
     Saying, that for money he might be got to our side
     Sermon without affectation or study
     Some ends of my own in what advice I do give her
     The pleasure of my not committing these things to my memory
     Very great tax; but yet I do think it is so perplexed
     Where a piece of the Cross is
     Whip this child till the blood come, if it were my child! 
     Whom, in mirth to us, he calls Antichrist
     Wonders that she cannot be as good within as she is fair without
     Yet let him remember the days of darkness

THE DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS M.A.  F.R.S.

CLERK OF THE ACTS AND SECRETARY TO THE ADMIRALTY

Transcribed from the shorthand manuscript in the Pepysian library
Magdalene college Cambridge by the Rev.  Mynors bright M.A.  Late fellow
and president of the college

(Unabridged)

WITH LORD BRAYBROOKE’S NOTES

EDITED WITH ADDITIONS BY

HenryB. Wheatley F.S.A.

Diaryof Samuel Pepys. 
February
1666-1667

February 1st.  Up, and to the office, where I was all the morning doing business, at noon home to dinner, and after dinner down by water, though it was a thick misty and rainy day, and walked to Deptford from Redriffe, and there to Bagwell’s by appointment, where the ’mulier etoit within expecting me venir . . . .  By and by ‘su marido’ come in, and there without any notice taken by him we discoursed of our business of getting him the new ship building by Mr. Deane, which I shall do for him.  Thence by and by after a little talk I to the yard, and spoke with some of the officers, but staid but little, and the new clerk of the ’Chequer, Fownes, did walk to Redriffe back with me.  I perceive he is a very child, and is led by the nose by Cowly and his kinsman that was his clerk, but I did make him understand his duty, and put both understanding and spirit into him, so that I hope he will do well. [Much surprised to hear this day at Deptford that Mrs. Batters is going already to be married to him, that is now the Captain of her husband’s ship.  She seemed the most passionate mourner in the world.  But I believe it cannot be true.]—­(The passage between brackets is written in the margin of the Ms.)—­Thence by water to Billingsgate; thence to the Old Swan, and there took boat, it being now night, to Westminster Hall, there to the Hall, and find Doll Lane, and ‘con elle’ I went to the Bell Taverne, and ‘ibi je’ did do what I would ‘con elle’ as well as I could,