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So we were fain to stay there
in the unlucky Isle of Doggs, in a chill place, the morning cool,
and wind fresh, above two if not three hours to our great
discontent. Yet being upon a pleasant errand, and seeing that it
could not be helped, we did bear it very patiently; and it was
worth my observing, to see how upon these two scores, Sir G.
Carteret, the most passionate man in the world, and that was in
greatest haste to be gone, did bear with it, and very pleasant
all the while, at least not troubled much so as to fret and storm
at it. Anon the coach comes: in the mean time there coming a
news thither with his horse to go over, that told us he did come
from Islington this morning; and that Proctor the vintner of the
Miter in Wood-street, and his son, are dead this morning there,
of the plague; he having laid out abundance of money there, and
was the greatest vintner for some time in London for great
entertainments. We, fearing the canonicall hour would be past
before we got thither, did with a great deal of unwillingness
send away the licence and wedding-ring.


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