Then there are accounts of scandals and indecorums in the theatre.

Evelyn reprovingly speaks of the public theatres being abused to an "atheistical liberty." Nell Gwynne is in front of the curtain prattling with the fops, lounging across and leaning over them, and conducting herself saucily and impudently enough.

Moll Davis is in one box, and my Lady Castlemaine, with the king, in another.

Moll makes eyes at the king, and he at her.
My Lady Castlemaine detects the interchange of glances, and "when she saw Moll Davies she looked like fire, which troubled me," said Mr.
Pepys, who, to do him justice, was often needlessly troubled about matters with which, in truth, he had very little concern.

There were brawls in the theatre, and tipsiness, and much license generally.