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That he is grown a drunken sot, and drinks with nobody
but Troutbecke, whom nobody else will keep company with. Of whom
he told me this story; that once the Duke of Albemarle in his
drink taking notice as of a wonder that Nan Hide should ever come
to be Duchesse of York: "Nay," says Troutbecke, "ne'er wonder at
that; for if you will give me another bottle of wine, I will tell
you as great, if not greater, a miracle." And what was that, but
that our dirty Besse (meaning his Duchesse) should come to be
Duchesse of Albemarle?
5th. To my Lady Peterborough, who had sent to speak with me.
She makes mighty mourn of the badness of the times, and her
family as to money. My Lord's passionateness for want thereof,
and his want of coming in of rents, and no wages from the Duke
of York. No money to be had there for wages or disbursements,
and therefore prays my assistance about his pension. To my Lord
Crewe's, and there dined, and mightily made of. Here my Lord,
and Sir Thomas Crewe, Mr. John, and Dr, Crewe, [Nathaniel,
afterwards Bishop of Durham and Baron Crewe.


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