to the
Prince, and half-a-crowne to my Lord of Sandwich; but nothing
come of it. But, for all this, the King is most firme to my
Lord, and so is my Lord Chancellor, and my Lord Arlington. The
Prince, in appearance, kind; the Duke of York silent, says no
hurt; but admits others to say it in his hearing. Sir W. Pen,
the falsest rascal that ever was in the world; and that this
afternoon the Duke of Albemarle did tell him that Pen was a very
cowardly rogue, and one that hath brought all these rogueish
fanatick Captains into the fleet, and swears he should never go
out with the fleet again. That Sir W. Coventry is most kind to
Pen still; and says nothing not do any thing openly to the
prejudice of my Lord. He agrees with me, that it is impossible
for the King to set out a fleet again the next year; and that he
fears all will come to ruine, there being no money in prospect
but these prizes, which will bring, it may be 20,000l., but that
will signify nothing in the world for it.
9th. The Bill of Mortality, to all our griefs, is encreased 399
this week, and the encrease generally through the whole City and
suburbs, which makes us all sad.
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