NOVEMBER 1, 1667. I this morning before chapel visited Sir G.
Carteret, who is vexed to see how things are likely to go, but
cannot help it, and yet seems to think himself mighty safe. I
also visited my Lord Hinchingbroke, at his chamber at White Hall;
where I found Mr. Turner, Moore, and Creed talking of my Lord
Sandwich, whose case I doubt is but bad, and, I fear, will not
escape being worse. To the King's playhouse, and there saw a
silly play and an old one, "The Taming Of a Shrew."
2nd. To the King's playhouse, and there saw "Henry the Fourth;"
and, contrary to expectation, was pleased in nothing more than in
Cartwright's speaking of Falstaffe's speech about "What is
Honour?" [William Cartwright, one of Killigrew's Company at the
original establishment of Drury-lane. By his will, dated 1686,
he left his books, pictures, and furniture to Dulwich College,
where his portrait still remains.] The house full of Parliament-
men, it being holyday with them: and it was observable how a
gentleman of good habit sitting just before us, eating of some
fruit in the midst of the play, did drop down as dead, being
choked; but with much ado Orange Mall did thrust her finger down
his throat, and brought him to life again.
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