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10th. At the office all the morning; dined at home, and after dinner Sir W. Penn and my wife and I to the Theatre (she first going into Covent Garden to speak a word with a woman to enquire of her mother, and I in the meantime with Sir W. Penn’s coach staying at W. Joyce’s), where the King came today, and there was The Traitor most admirably acted; and a most excellent play it is. So home, and intended to be merry, it being my sixth wedding night; but by a late bruise.⁠ ⁠… I am in so much pain that I eat my supper and in pain to bed, yet my wife and I pretty merry.