upon the deck, nor put her head out of her cabin; but did love my
Lord's musique, and would send for it down to the state-room, and she
sit in her cabin within hearing of it. That my Lord was forced to
have some clashing with the Council of Portugall about payment of the
portion, before he could get it; which was, besides Tangier and a free
trade in the Indys, two millions of crowns, half now, and the other half
in twelve months. But they have brought but little money; but the rest
in sugars and other commoditys, and bills of exchange. That the King of
Portugall is a very fool almost, and his mother do all, and he is a very
poor Prince. After a morning draft at the Star in Cheapside, I took him
to the Exchange, thence home, but my wife having dined, I took him to
Fish Street, and there we had a couple of lobsters, and dined upon them,
and much discourse. And so I to the office, and that being done, Sir W.
Pen and I to Deptford by water to Captain Rooth's to see him, he being
very sick, and by land home, calling at Halfway house, where we eat and
drank. So home and to bed.

25th (Lord's day). To trimming myself, which I have this week done every
morning, with a pumice stone,--[Shaving with pumice stone.]--which I
learnt of Mr. Marsh, when I was last at Portsmouth; and I find it very
easy, speedy, and cleanly, and shall continue the practice of it. To
church, and heard a good sermon of Mr. Woodcocke's at our church; only
in his latter prayer for a woman in childbed, he prayed that God would
deliver her from the hereditary curse of child-bearing, which seemed a
pretty strange expression. Dined at home, and Mr. Creed with me. This
day I had the first dish of pease I have had this year. After discourse
he and I abroad, and walked up and down, and looked into many churches,
among others Mr. Baxter's at Blackfryers. Then to the Wardrobe, where
I found my Lord takes physic, so I did not see him, but with Captn.
Ferrers in Mr. George Montagu's coach to Charing Cross; and there at the
Triumph tavern he showed me some Portugall ladys, which are come to
town before the Queen. They are not handsome, and their farthingales a
strange dress.

[Farthingales had gone out of fashion in England during the reign of
Charles I., and therefore their use by the Portuguese ladies
astonished the English. Evelyn also remarks in his Diary on this
ugly custom (May 30th, 1662).]

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