12th. Comes Mr. Caesar, my boy's lute-master, whom I have not
seen since the plague before, but he hath been in Westminster
Hall all this while very well; and tells me in the height of it,
how bold people there were, to go in sport to one another's
burials: and in spite too, ill people would breathe in the faces
(out of their windows) of well people going by.
13th. Ill news this night that the plague is encreased this
week, and in many places else about the town, and at Chatham and
elsewhere.
14th. I took Mr. Hill to my Lord Chancellor's new house that is
building, and went with trouble up to the top of it, and there is
the noblest prospect that ever I saw in my life, Greenwich being
nothing to it; and in everything is a beautiful house, and most,
strongly built in every respect; and as if, as it hath, it had
the Chancellor for its master. I staid a meeting of the Duke of
York's, and the officers of the Navy and Ordnance. My Lord
Treasurer lying in bed of the gowte.
15th. Mr. Hales [John Hayls, or Hales, a portrait-painter
remarkable for copying Vandyke well, and being a rival of Lely.
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