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     And the woman so silly, as to let her go that took it
     But what they did, I did not enquire
     Family governed so nobly and neatly as do me good to see it
     I know not whether to be glad or sorry
     My heart beginning to falsify in this business
     Pictures of some Maids of Honor:  good, but not like
     Resolved to go through it, and it is too late to help it now
     Saw “Mackbeth,” to our great content
     The factious part of the Parliament
     Though I know it will set the Office and me by the ears for ever

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. 
September & October
1668

September 1st.  Up and all the morning at the office busy, and after dinner to the office again busy till about four, and then I abroad (my wife being gone to Hales’s about drawing her hand new in her picture) and I to see Betty Michell, which I did, but su mari was dentro, and no pleasure.  So to the Fair, and there saw several sights; among others, the mare that tells money,

[This is not the first learned horse of which we read.  Shakespeare, “Love’s Labour’s Lost,” act i., SC. 2, mentions “the dancing horse,"’ and the commentators have added many particulars of Banks’s bay horse.]

and many things to admiration; and, among others, come to me, when she was bid to go to him of the company that most loved a pretty wench in a corner.  And this did cost me 12d. to the horse, which I had flung him before, and did give me occasion to baiser a mighty belle fille that was in the house that was exceeding plain, but fort belle.  At night going home I went to my bookseller’s in Duck Lane, and find her weeping in the shop, so as ego could not have any discourse con her nor ask the reason, so departed and took coach home, and taking coach was set on by a wench that was naught, and would have gone along with me to her lodging in Shoe Lane, but ego did donner her a shilling . . . and left her, and home, where after supper, W. Batelier with us, we to bed.  This day Mrs. Martin come to see us, and dined with us.