of York is this day gone away to
Portsmouth.

10th. Up, and not finding my things ready, I was so angry with Besse as
to bid my wife for good and all to bid her provide herself a place,
for though she be very good-natured, she hath no care nor memory of her
business at all. So to the office, where vexed at the malice of Sir
W. Batten and folly of Sir J. Minnes against Sir W. Warren, but I
prevented, and shall do, though to my own disquiet and trouble. At
noon dined with Sir W. Batten and the Auditors of the Exchequer at
the Dolphin by Mr. Wayth's desire, and after dinner fell to business
relating to Sir G. Carteret's account, and so home to the office, where
Sir W. Batten begins, too fast, to shew his knavish tricks in giving
what price he pleases for commodities. So abroad, intending to have
spoke with my Lord Chancellor about the old business of his wood at
Clarendon, but could not, and so home again, and late at my office, and
then home to supper and bed. My little girle Susan is fallen sicke of
the meazles, we fear, or, at least, of a scarlett feavour.

11th. Up, and with Sir J. Minnes and Sir W. Batten to the Council
Chamber at White Hall, to the Committee of the Lords for the Navy, where
we were made to wait an houre or two before called in. In that time
looking upon some books of heraldry of Sir Edward Walker's making, which
are very fine, there I observed the Duke of Monmouth's armes are neatly
done, and his title, "The most noble and high-born Prince, James Scott,
Duke of Monmouth, &c.;" nor could Sir J. Minnes, nor any body there,
tell whence he should take the name of Scott? And then I found my Lord
Sandwich, his title under his armes is, "The most noble and mighty Lord,
Edward, Earl of Sandwich, &c." Sir Edward Walker afterwards coming in,
in discourse did say that there was none of the families of princes in
Christendom that do derive themselves so high as Julius Caesar, nor
so far by 1000 years, that can directly prove their rise; only some in
Germany do derive themselves from the patrician familys of Rome, but
that uncertainly; and, among other things, did much inveigh against
the writing of romances, that 500 years hence being wrote of matters in
general, true as the romance of Cleopatra, the world will not know which
is the true and which the false. Here was a gentleman attending here
that told us he saw the other day (and did bring the draught of it
to Sir Francis Prigeon) of a monster born of an hos