Here I hear from Mr. Hayes that Prince
Rupert is very bad still, and so bad that he do now yield to be
trepanned. After supper and reading a little, and my wife's
cutting off my hair short, which is grown too long upon my crown
of my head, I to bed.
FEBRUARY 2, 1666-7. I am very well pleased this night with
reading a poem I brought home with me last night from Westminster
Hall, of Dryden's, upon the present war; a very good poem.
3rd. To White Hall, and there to Sir W. Coventry's chamber, and
there staid till he was ready. Talking, and among other things
of the Prince's being trepanned, which was in doing just as we
passed through the Stone Gallery, we asking at the door of his
lodgings, and were told so. We are full of wishes for the good
success; though I dare say but few do really concern ourselves
for him in our hearts. With others into the House, and there
hear that the work is done to the Prince in a few minutes without
any pain at all to him, he not knowing when it was done. It was
performed by Moulins. Having cut the outward table, as they call
it, they find the inner all corrupted, so as it come out without
any force; and their fear is, that the whole inside of his head
is corrupted like that, which do yet make them afraid of him; but
no ill accident appeared in the doing of the thing, but all with
all imaginable success, as Sir Alexander Frazier did tell me
himself, I asking him, who is very kind to me.
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