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Wednesday 30 April 1662

This morning Sir G. Carteret came down to the yard, and there we mustered over all the men and determined of some regulations in the yard, and then to dinner, all the officers of the yard with us, and after dinner walk to Portsmouth, there to pay off the Success, which we did pretty early, and so I took leave of Sir W. Pen, he desiring to know whither I went, but I would not tell him. I went to the ladies, and there took them and walked to the Mayor’s to show them the present, and then to the Dock, where Mr. Tippets made much of them, and thence back again, the Doctor being come to us to their lodgings, whither came our supper by my appointment, and we very merry, playing at cards and laughing very merry till 12 o’clock at night, and so having staid so long (which we had resolved to stay till they bade us be gone), which yet they did not do but by consent, we bade them good night, and so past the guards, and went to the Doctor’s lodgings, and there lay with him, our discourse being much about the quality of the lady with Mrs. Pierce, she being somewhat old and handsome, and painted and fine, and had a very handsome maid with her, which we take to be the marks of a bawd. But Mrs. Pierce says she is a stranger to her and met by chance in the coach, and pretends to be a dresser. Her name is Eastwood. So to sleep in a bad bed about one o’clock in the morning. This afternoon after dinner comes Mr. Stephenson, one of the burgesses of the town, to tell me that the Mayor and burgesses did desire my acceptance of a burgess-ship, and were ready at the Mayor’s to make me one. So I went, and there they were all ready, and did with much civility give me my oath, and after the oath, did by custom shake me all by the hand. So I took them to a tavern and made them drink, and paying the reckoning, went away. They having first in the tavern made Mr. Waith also a burgess, he coming in while we were drinking. It cost me a piece in gold to the Town Clerk, and 10s. to the Bayliffes, and spent 6s.

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  • “which we take to be the marks of a bawd”

    Does anybody know the meaning of “bawd”?

  • A bawd, I am happy to report, is the keeper of a bawdy-house, or one of her employees, or a pander (a solicitor for the above). Such a multi-valent term. (Calls to mind, irresistibly, Dr. Johnson’s ingenious insult of a century later: “Sir, your wife under pretence of keeping a bawdy-house, is a receiver of stolen goods.”) But is the string of conjecture about this lady’s occupation spot-on, or covert wishful thinking?

  • Bawds all about
    “…did desire my acceptance of a burgess-ship… It cost me a piece in gold to the Town Clerk…”

  • There be only 100 hands to fill. “…there to pay off the Success, which we did pretty early,…”

  • Burgess-ship to be given[freedom, oh! yes for coin of the real] citizen or freedom of the borough.
    “…Dr. Plumtree

  • Oh! pray tell!! Oh do tell?
    “…but I would not tell him. I went to the ladies,…”

  • “…till they bade us be gone), which yet they did not do but by consent…
    What is this consent? Our fellows have agreed to stay until kicked out. Does this mean that everyone was bleary eyed and came to a mutual agreement that the evening was over?

  • Samuel Pepys, Burgess.

    Almost exactly a year ago (May 3rd 1661) the Mayor of Portsmouth refused to admit Pepys as a Burgess of the town. This year he is specifically invited to accept the honour. He’s on the ascendant.

  • Does anybody know the meaning of

  • bawd:
    Not a hooker, a madam. OED:

    One employed in pandering to sexual debauchery; a procurer or procuress; orig. in a more general sense, and in the majority of passages masculine, a

  • Ms. Eastwood the bawd, eh? Hmmn…Does she have a narrow-eyed glint and does music play whenever she sizes someone up?

    A slightly smashed Pepys…A little too good a time with the ladies…

    “Madam. My fir..Friend and I were wondering? Wouldst you? By an’ chance…hic…Be a lady of…hic,hic…”

    “Uncertain virtue? A, as it were, bawd?”

    “Mr. Pepys!” Mrs Pierce frowns, shocked by such indelicacy. Hardly knowing the poor lady, met on the trip over. (Right)

    “Could be,son.” a steely-eyed glint from hard-faced, painted Ms. Eastwood.


  • This Ms. Eastwood (and perhaps our ever pregnant Ms. Pierce) seems right out of “The Beggar’s Opera”.

    Hmmn…

    “Pregnant again, madam?” Dr. Pierce stares.

    Could’ve sworn I hadn’t lain with her for…

    Must really cut down on the wild parties with the King, starting to have real memory problems…

    “Indeed, sir.” Mrs. Pierce eyes him fondly, waving to her constant companion Ms. Eastwood as the good lady takes her leave having dropped her friend off…


  • Virtue assailed

    Pooor Mrs. Pierce, eagerly pursued by Sam, with a chaperone who may not be the honest companion she seems to the surgeon’s wife. Wonder if the two gents are reflecting on La Belle’s peril, and perhaps pondering some way to extricate her from a compromising situation?

  • “Virtue assailed…”

    Mrs. Pierce as Polly Peachum, eh? And who knows what fiendish plans wicked Ms. Eastwood has for the beautiful, innocent La Belle Pierce?

    Well, Sam never has discussed her intellect that I know of. Though I would think the wife of a court surgeon, privy to all the latest gossip as the good Dr. seems to be would be fairly sharp.

    I do like the idea of our heroes planning to rescue the poor lady from this potentially embarassing, if not diasterous situation…I don’t quite believe it but I like it.

    Meanwhile, on board the flagship of Lord Sandwich’s Queenly escort… “You know, Ferrar, my cousin and servant Pepys has a deuced fine-looking…”
    Nah, that would be a spoiler…

  • Oh, Sam! Party, party, party!
    It’s evident now why he didn’t want the Missus along, isn’t it?

  • Some previous meetings with Mrs Pierce (who I consider to be much maligned by you lot, and who just seems to like the company of men, just as Sam is happiest talking to women of every age, class or degree of beauty). I imagine that Elizabeth might disagree with me though, and I am very sure she will know that Elizabeth Pierce is in town, just as she was a year ago (but why was she here exactly a year ago?).

    But last year, Elizabeth Pepys was here too.

    For the record since the Diary began, Elizabeth Pierce has had two children.

    Jan 26 1660:

  • Or, even better…And not a spoiler…

    Meanwhile at Seething Lane. Things are seething…

    “Sir William!” Elisabeth shoves Batten’s fumbling hand off yet again. “Sir, I must ask you to refrain! Jane!”

    “I took the liberty of giving your servants the evening off. A little more natural, Mrs. Pepys…A little more natural.”

    “My Sam’l shall hear of this!”

    “My dear…Your Sam’l is currently taking God knows what pleasures at Portsmouth. And specifically requested me not to come and bring my dear lady so that he might take such pleasures…

    Unhindered and unencumbered…” Batten leers.

  • a dresser.

    OED not very helpful here. At this date it could mean an assistant to a surgeon (i.e. someone who dresses wounds) but this doesn’t seem the most likely sense in this case.

    More likely that it means a person who assists others in the matter of dress, especially a tirewoman. Well, with the new queen’a arrival due at any time and ladies needing more than ordinary advice and assistance with their apparel, perhaps this provides Mrs. Eastwwod with a plausible explanation of her presence in the town.

  • But Glyn, we know Sam has cheated on his “poor wretch” of an Elisabeth, though probably not to any extent on this trip.

    And while Mrs. Pierce may be utterly innocent and no more flirtatious than our Bethie…I dunno-this Ms. Eastwood thing is a bit hard to swallow.

    Seriously, I’ve always suspected the real problem of la belle Pierce for Elisabeth in Sam’s continual fascination with her is her constant pregnancy. Beautiful, cultured, and pregnant…It must be hard to bear at times.

  • Actually it’s really poor Ms. Eastwood (who may be the innocent dresser she claims to be) who’s getting hit at least by me.

    So, if I may doff my cap and apologize through Time, Sorry, for taking such liberties, ma’am…Just a little Sunday morning fun.

    Are you really any relation to Clint per chance?

  • And lastly the sad thing is that our court sophisicates the good doctor and Mrs. Pierce probably had quite a chuckle over our poor Sam’s flirting.

    “Portsmouth fun, my dear?”

    “Ever so much, Jamie darling…But oh, I must tell you how that roguish little clown Pepys and his friend behaved with us.”

    “The ‘great lover’ Pepys in form, eh?” a sly grin.

    “Oh, Lord…I pity the poor child, his wife.”

  • re: “quite a chuckle over our poor Sam’s flirting”

    Good point, Robert. The thing that occured to me is that, though we all — with 20-20 hindsight — think Sam is the cat’s pajamas, others may have seen him as just another gov’t bureaucrat. Talented and witty perhaps, but no Jude Law/George Clooney/etc. My bet is that La Belle Pierce was out of his league. Being married, and a nice person, she probably genuinely enjoys Sam’s company and attentions, but both of them most likely know that their relationship would never go beyond the bounds of propriety.

  • How in Gods name did Sam get through the gates after curfew,or if the pass was so casual, why did he not stay later the previous night

  • I dispute that the Pierces were of a higher class than the Pepyses. James Pierce was an important surgeon, and so more powerful than Sam, but that doesn’t make him an aristocrat - being a surgeon means working with your hands, so perhaps he would be regarded as a tradesman by his betters. I would regard them as both middle class, and the men seem to be good friends.

  • Curfew and City Gates
    CJ Darby, I think that’s an excellent question. I was wondering myself at the terse phrase, “and so past the guards.” They paid a customary bribe? They had been let in on a locally-known method of egress that avoided the guards? Or they had found that you could get past the guards after curfew simply by asking?

  • Passing thru the gates and the guards : It be simple if ye have the ‘rite’ connections; he now has the Freedom of the Town. So when challenged : it be ” Don’t you know who I be : I be a Burgess”: Reply ” Yes Yer ‘onor, VEry ‘orry yer ‘Onor, did nae recognise Yer ‘Onor, it WOn’t ‘appen again yer ‘Onor” says ‘e, not wonting 20 days peeling spuds, or sumat like thaat.

  • Good man Cumgranissalis, that is probably the reason, some providence is looking after Sam when certain gates need to be opened and it is very likely that among the priviledges of a burgess is special treatment when it comes to access.

  • “burgess is special treatment ” It is one of the perkes, the freedom of the Town, that he Sam, has been granted [and paid for, costly paper work and for use of the the Ring of town seal ]”…one of the burgesses of the town, to tell me that the Mayor and burgesses did desire my acceptance of a burgess-ship, and were ready at the Mayor

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