Written from: Dublin - 14 December 1667
Ormond to Arlington
States his reasons for desiring to have the King's leave to pass into England and for thinking that, upon obtaining it, it may be better to waive at this time the authority he has, by his Commission, to appoint a Deputy. ...
Copy of a Letter from the Duke of Ormond, to the King, desiring his Majesty's license to pass into England
See the Journal of In the House of Commons today for items of interest, i.a.:
The Bill for encouraging of Trade, by making Prize Ships free Ships of Trade, was read the Second time.
Resolved, &c. That the said Bill be committed to Sir Phillip Warwick, Sir Wm. Thompson, Sir Humfry Winch, Mr. Crouch, Mr. Coventry, Sir Tho. Higgins, Sir Tho. Clergis, Sir Walter Young, Sir Jo. Knight, Mr. Love, Mr. Steward, Col. Reames, Sir Jo. Berkenhead, Sir Jo. Fredericke, Sir Cha. Wheeler, Sir Edm. Walpoole, Mr. Morrice, Sir Fretchvile Hollis, Sir Tho. Littleton, Col. Sandys, Lord Richardson, Sir John Shaw, Sir Jo. Brampston, Sir Henry Capell, Sir Lanc. Lake, Sir Anth. Irby, Sir Tho. Bludworth, Mr. Cheyne, Sir Edm. Wyndham, Sir Jo. Denham, Col. Birch, Sir George Downing, Mr. Jones, and all the Members that serve for the Out-ports: And they have Power to receive and consider of Proposals for bringing down the Prices of Timber; and for regulating the making of Brick for the rebuilding the City of London: And they are to meet on Monday next, at Two of the Clock in the Afternoon, in the inner Court of Wards; and to have Power to send for Persons, Papers, and Records.
"Ah, Pepys. My 200Ls? Excellent and just in time, for I'm off with my good friend..." Sam turns from Hinchingbroke to observe said good friend...Hard-eyed, dissolute about the lips, well-favored young fellow in fancy dress with all the earmarks of a professional gambler and rogue... "To the most notorious gaming and wenching house in London. There we are, we are flush now, Jack."
"Many thanks, friend Pepys." Jack, cool smile, pocketing the 200Ls as Sam stares.
"Hope you'll be good for another shortly, old fellow..." Hinchingbroke notes casually. "That's likely to go the way of its fellows this evening."
"Sam'l? Sam'l, you were screaming to wake the dead. What's the matter, dear? Mon Dieu, it must have been a terrible dream, love."
"Just terrible, Bess. Terrible." Sam, shaking.