lace,
Arrived in readiness for the morrow's pomp,
And at the Bishop's Palace they found prepared
A mighty supper for them, where they sat
All at one table. In a Chamber hung
With 'scutcheons and black cloth, they drank red wine
And feasted, while the torches and the Queen
Crept through the darkness of Northampton lanes.

At seven o'clock on Lammas Morn they woke,
After the Queen was buried; and at eight
The Masque set forth, thus pictured in the rhymes
With tolling bells, which on the pedlar's lips
Had more than paid his lodging: Thus he spake it,
Slowly, sounding the rhymes like solemn bells,
And tolling, in between, with lingering tongue:--

_Toll!_--From the Palace the Releevants creep,--
A hundred poor old women, nigh their end,
Wearing their black cloth gowns, and on each head
An ell of snow-white holland which, some said,
Afterwards they might keep,
--_Ah, Toll!_--with nine new shillings each to spend,
For all the trouble that they had, and all
The sorrow of walking to this funeral.

_Toll!_--And the Mourning Cloaks in purple streamed
Following, a long procession, two by two,
Her Household first. With these, Monsieur du Preau
Her French Confessor, unafraid to show
The golden Cross that gleamed
About his neck, warned what the crowd might do
Said _I will wear it, though I die for it!_
So subtle in malice was that Jesuit.

_Toll!_--Sir George Savile in his Mourner's Gown
Carried the solemn Cross upon a Field
Azure, and under it by a streamer borne
Upon a field of Gules, an Unicorn
Argent and, lower down,
A scrolled device upon a blazoned shield,
Which seemed to say--I AM SILENT TILL THE END!--
_Toll! Toll!_--IN MY DEFENCE, GOD ME DEFEND!

_Toll!_--and a hundred poor old men went by,
Followed by two great Bishops.--_Toll, ah toll!_--
Then, with White Staves and Gowns, four noble lords;
Then sixteen Scots and Frenchmen with drawn swords;
Then, with a Bannerol,
Sir Andrew Noel, lifting to the sky
The Great Red Lion. Then the Crown and Crest
Borne by a Herald on his glittering breast.

And now--ah now, indeed, the deep bell tolls--
That empty Coffin, with its velvet pall,
Borne by six Gentlemen, under a canopy