This sigil the woman got many years before of Dr. Samuel Foreman, a magician or astrologer; the same who ‘wrote in a book left behind him,’ ’This I made the devil write with his own hand, in Lambeth Fields, 1596, in June or July, as I now remember.’  This sigil the woman got from the doctor, who was evidently a foreman among liars, for her first husband, who had been ’followed by a spirit which vocally and articulately provoked him to cut his own throat.’  Her husband, wearing this sigil ‘till he died, was never more troubled by spirits’ of this kind of call; but on the woman herself it seems to have failed of effect, for though she too wore it till she died, she was continually tormented by an authentic spirit of jealousy—­a torment to herself and to her husband.

After this mistress had gone, Lilly lived very comfortably, his ’master having a great affection’ for him; and also a great confidence in him, it seems; for when the plague (1625) began to rage in London, the master went for safety into Leicestershire, leaving Lilly and a fellow servant to keep the house, in which was much money and plate, belonging to his master and others.  Lilly was faithful to his charge in this fearful time, and kept himself cheerful by amusements.  ’I bought a bass viol, and got a master to instruct me; the intervals of time I spent in bowling in Lincoln’s Inn Fields with Watt, the cobbler, Dick, the blacksmith, and such-like companions.’  Nor did he neglect more serious business, but attended divine service at the church of St. Clement Danes, where two ministers died in this time; but the third, Mr. Whitacre, ‘escaped not only then, but all contagion following,’ though he ’buried all manner of people, whether they died of the plague or not,’ and ’was given to drink, so that he seldom could preach more than one quarter of an hour at a time.’  This year of plague was indeed a fearful one in London, and Lilly says elsewhere, ’I do well remember this accident, that going in July, 1625, about half an hour after six in the morning, to St. Antholine’s church, I met only three persons on the way, from my house over against Strand bridge, till I came there; so few people were there alive and the streets so unfrequented.’  ’About fifty thousand people died that year;’ but Lilly escaped death, though his ’conversation was daily with the infected.’[2]

Master Wright did not continue long a widower, but took to himself another wife, and a younger, who was of ‘brown ruddy complexion,’ and of better disposition than her predecessor in the household.  Master Wright was probably a happy man for a time; but only for a short time; for in May, 1627, he died, and the estate, by agreement of the parties in it, was assigned to Lilly for payment of its debts.  The trust was not misplaced; the debts were all paid, and the remainder of the estate, except an annuity of twenty pounds, which his master had settled on Lilly, he returned to the executors.