fancy to hear
Mrs. The. play upon the Harpsicon, though the musique did not please me
neither. Thence to my brother's and found them with my mayd Elizabeth
taking an inventory of the goods of the house, which I was well pleased
at, and am much beholden to Mr. Honeywood's man in doing of it. His
name is Herbert, one that says he knew me when he lived with Sir Samuel
Morland, but I have forgot him. So I left them at it, and by coach home
and to my office, there to do a little business, but God knows my heart
and head is so full of my brother's death, and the consequences of it,
that I can do very little or understand it. So home to supper, and
after looking over some business in my chamber I to bed to my wife, who
continues in bed in some pain still. This day I have a great barrel of
oysters given me by Mr. Barrow, as big as 16 of others, and I took it in
the coach with me to Mrs. Turner's, and give them to her. This day the
Parliament met again, after a long prorogation, but what they have done
I have not been in the way to hear.

17th. Up and to my brother's, where all the morning doing business
against to-morrow, and so to my cozen Stradwicke's about the same
business, and to the 'Change, and thence home to dinner, where my wife
in bed sick still, but not so bad as yesterday. I dined by her, and so
to the office, where we sat this afternoon, having changed this day our
sittings from morning to afternoons, because of the Parliament which
returned yesterday; but was adjourned till Monday next; upon pretence
that many of the members were said to be upon the road; and also the
King had other affairs, and so desired them to adjourn till then. But
the truth is, the King is offended at my Lord of Bristol, as they say,
whom he hath found to have been all this while (pretending a desire of
leave to go into France, and to have all the difference between him and
the Chancellor made up,) endeavouring to make factions in both Houses
to the Chancellor. So the King did this to keep the Houses from meeting;
and in the meanwhile sent a guard and a herald last night to have taken
him at Wimbleton, where he was in the morning, but could not find him:
at which the King was and is still mightily concerned, and runs up and
down to and from the Chancellor's like a boy: and it seems would make
Digby's articles against the Chancellor to be treasonable reflections
against his Majesty. So that the King is very high, as they say; and God
knows w