particularly the Lord Mayor's barge of state. Foist is also a term for a
sharper; and gallifoist was intended to be pronounced here gullifoist.

[224] An account of the way to play _Gleek_ is given in the _Compleat
Gamester_, 1674.

[225] Ambergrease was not uncommonly used for culinary purposes.

[226] Father-in-law is often used by old writers for step-father.
Perhaps "by a" is a correction for "to a."

[227] Title, mark of distinction (Hamlet, I. 4, &c.).

[228] A head-covering worn by women. "A night-rail (for a woman) pignon,
pinon," Sherwood's Engl.-French Dict. 1650.

[229] To be "in the suds" was an expression for to be "in the dumps."

[230] Vid. Notes of the Commentators on _Henry V_., iii. 7 ("strait
trossers").

[231] Regals were a kind of small portable organ: vide Nares.

[232] Cf. a passage in Shirley's _Witty Fair One_ (IV. 2): "What makes
so many scholars then come from Oxford or Cambridge like market-women
with dorsers full of lamentable tragedies and ridiculous comedies which
they might here vent to the players, but they will take no money for
them?"

[233] The Theorbo was a kind of lute.

[234] On June 20, 1632, a royal proclamation was made "commanding the
Gentry to keep their Residence in at their Mansions in the Country, and
forbidding them to make their habitations in London and places
adjoining." The text of the proclamation is in Rushworth's Historical
Collections (1680), Pt. II. vol. i. p. 144. In a very interesting little
volume of unpublished poems, temp. Charles I. (MS. 15,228, British
Museum), there is an "Oade by occasion of his Maiesties Proclamatyon for
Gentlemen to goe into the Country." It is too long to quote here in
full, but I will give a few stanzas:--

Nor lett the Gentry grudge to goe
Into the places where they grew,
Butt thinke them blest they may doe so:
Who would pursue

The smoaky gloryes of the Towne,
That might goe till his Native Earth
And by the shineing fyre sitt downe
Of his own hearth;

Free from the gripeing Scriv'ners bands
And the more biteing Mercers bookes,
Free from the bayte of oyled hands
And painted lookes?

The Country, too, eene chops for rayne:
You that exhale it by your pow'r,
Let the fatt drops fall downe again
In a full show'r.

And you, bright beautyes of the time,
That spend your selves here in a blaze,
Fix