~}: The Lord Mayor of London, A.D. 1415, was Nicholas
Wotton.]]

* * * * *
"A company of Prophets, of venerable hoariness, dressed in golden
coats and mantles, with their heads covered and wrapped in gold
and crimson, sang with sweet harmony, bowing to the ground,
a psalm of thanksgiving.
* * * * *
"Beneath the covering were the twelve kings, martyrs and
confessors of the succession of England, their loins girded with
golden girdles, sceptres in their hands, and crowns on their
heads, who chaunted with one accord at the King's approach in a
sweet tune.
* * * * *
"And they sent forth upon him round leaves of silver mixed with
wafers, equally thin and round. And there proceeded out to meet
the King a chorus of most beautiful virgin girls, elegantly
attired in white, singing with timbrol and dance; and then
innumerable boys, as it were an angelic multitude, decked with
celestial gracefulness, white apparel, shining feathers, virgin
locks, studded with gems and other resplendent and most elegant
array, who sent forth upon the head of the King passing beneath
minae of gold, with bows of laurel; round about angels shone with
celestial gracefulness, chaunting sweetly, and with all sorts of
music.

"And besides the pressure in the standing places, and of men
crowding through the streets, and the multitude of both sexes
along the way from the bridge, from one end to the other, that
scarcely the horsemen could ride through them. A greater assembly,
or a nobler spectacle, was not recollected to have been ever
before in London."]

ACT V.

SCENE I.--FRANCE IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD OF TROYES.

_Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER, L.H._

_Gow._ Nay, that's right; but why wear you your leek today? Saint Davy's
day is past.

_Flu._ There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things:
I will tell you, as my friend, Captain Gower: the rascally, scald,
beggarly, lowsy, pragging knave, Pistol,--he is come to me, and prings
me pread and salt yesterday, look you, and pid me eat my leek: it was in
a place where I could not preed no contentions with him; but I will be
so pold as to wear it in my cap till I see him once again, and then I
will tell him a little piece of my desires.

_Enter PISTOL, R.H._

_Gow._ Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock.

_Flu