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I find the sober
men of the Court troubled for him; and yet not so as to hinder or
lessen their mirth, talking, laughing, and eating, drinking, and
doing every thing else, just as if there was no such thing.
Coming to St. James's, I hear that the Queene did sleep five
hours pretty well to-night, and that she waked and gargled her
mouth, and to sleep again; but that her pulse beats fast, beating
twenty to the King's or my Lady Suffolk's eleven; but not so
strong as it was. It seems she was so ill as to be shaved and
pidgeons put to her feet, and to have the extreme unction given
her by the priests, who were so long about it that the doctors
were angry. The King they all say is most fondly disconsolate
for her, and weeps by her, which makes her weep; which one this
day told me he reckons a good sign, for that it carries away some
rheume from the head. To the Coffee-house in Cornhill; where
much talk about the Turke's proceedings, and that the plague is
got to Amsterdam, brought by a ship from Argier; and it is also
carried to Hambrough.


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