January 1st. Waking this morning out of my sleep on a sudden, I did withmy elbow hit my wife a great blow over her face and nose, which wakedher with pain, at which I was sorry, and to sleep again. Up and wentforth with Sir W. Pen by coach towards Westminster, and in my way seeingthat the "Spanish Curate" was acted today, I light and let him go alone,and I home again and sent to young Mr. Pen and his sister to go anonwith my wife and I to the Theatre. That done, Mr. W. Pen came to meand he and I walked out, and to the Stacioner's, and looked over somepictures and traps for my house, and so home again to dinner, and by andby came the two young Pens, and after we had eat a barrel of oysters wewent by coach to the play, and there saw it well acted, and a good playit is, only Diego the Sexton did overdo his part too much. From thencehome, and they sat with us till late at night at cards very merry, butthe jest was Mr. W. Pen had left his sword in the coach, and so my boyand he run out after the coach, and by very great chance did at theExchange meet with the coach and got his sword again. So to bed.
2nd. An invitation sent us before we were up from my Lady Sandwich's,to come and dine with her: so at the office all the morning, and atnoon thither to dinner, where there was a good and great dinner, and thecompany, Mr. William Montagu and his Lady (but she seemed so far fromthe beauty that I expected her from my Lady's talk to be, that it putme into an ill humour all the day, to find my exp