To my Lady Peterborough's; who tells me, among
other things, her Lord's good words to the Duke of York lately
about my Lord Sandwich, and that the Duke of York is kind to my
Lord Sandwich; which I am glad to hear.
19th. Between two and three in the morning we were waked with
the maids crying out, "Fire, fire, in Marke-lane!" So I rose and
looked out, and it was dreadful; and strange apprehensions in me
and us all of being presently burnt. So we all rose; and my care
presently was to secure my gold and plate and papers, and could
quickly have done it, but I went forth to see where it was; and
the whole town was presently in the streets; and I found it in a
new-built house that stood alone in Minchin-lane, over against
the Cloth-workers'-hall, which burned furiously: the house not
yet quite finished; and the benefit of brick was well seen, for
it burnt all inward and fell down within itself; so no fear of
doing more hurt. Yesterday I heard how my Lord Ashly is like to
die, having some imposthume in his breast, that he hath been fain
to be cut into the body.
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