Drawing up a foul draught of my petition to the Duke of York Last day of their doubtfulness touching her being with child Quite according to the fashion--nothing to drink or eat DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, 1669 N.S. COMPLETE [sp84g10.txt] Broken sort of people, that have not much to lose But so fearful I am of discontenting my wife By her wedding-ring, I suppose he hath married her at last Dine with them, at my cozen Roger's mistress's Drawing up a foul draught of my petition to the Duke of York Dutchmen come out of the mouth and tail of a Hamburgh sow Fain to keep a woman on purpose at 20s. a week Find it a base copy of a good originall, that vexed me Found in my head and body about twenty lice, little and great Have not much to lose, and therefore will venture all His satisfaction is nothing worth, it being easily got I have itched mightily these 6 or 7 days I know I have made myself an immortal enemy by it Lady Castlemayne is now in a higher command over the King Last day of their doubtfulness touching her being with child Mighty fond in the stories she tells of her son Will Nor was there any pretty woman that I did see, but my wife Observing my eyes to be mightily employed in the playhouse Proud, carping, insolent, and ironically-prophane stile Quite according to the fashion--nothing to drink or eat She finds that I am lousy Unquiet which her ripping up of old faults will give me Up, and with W. Hewer, my guard, to White Hall Weeping to myself for grief, which she discerning, come to bed With egg to keep off the glaring of the light DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, COMPLETE AND UNABRIDGED [sp85g10.txt]