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Tom
and
his
little
ladies
were
received
with
due
ceremony
by
the
Lord
Mayor
and
the
Fathers
of
the
City
,
in
their
gold
chains
and
scarlet
robes
of
state
,
and
conducted
to
a
rich
canopy
of
state
at
the
head
of
the
great
hall
,
preceded
by
heralds
making
proclamation
,
and
by
the
Mace
and
the
City
Sword
.
The
lords
and
ladies
who
were
to
attend
upon
Tom
and
his
two
small
friends
took
their
places
behind
their
chairs
.
At
a
lower
table
the
Court
grandees
and
other
guests
of
noble
degree
were
seated
,
with
the
magnates
of
the
city
;
the
commoners
took
places
at
a
multitude
of
tables
on
the
main
floor
of
the
hall
.
From
their
lofty
vantage-ground
the
giants
Gog
and
Magog
,
the
ancient
guardians
of
the
city
,
contemplated
the
spectacle
below
them
with
eyes
grown
familiar
to
it
in
forgotten
generations
.
There
was
a
bugle-blast
and
a
proclamation
,
and
a
fat
butler
appeared
in
a
high
perch
in
the
leftward
wall
,
followed
by
his
servitors
bearing
with
impressive
solemnity
a
royal
baron
of
beef
,
smoking
hot
and
ready
for
the
knife
.
After
grace
,
Tom
(
being
instructed
)
rose
--
and
the
whole
house
with
him
--
and
drank
from
a
portly
golden
loving-cup
with
the
Princess
Elizabeth
;
from
her
it
passed
to
the
Lady
Jane
,
and
then
traversed
the
general
assemblage
.
So
the
banquet
began
.
By
midnight
the
revelry
was
at
its
height
.
Now
came
one
of
those
picturesque
spectacles
so
admired
in
that
old
day
.
A
description
of
it
is
still
extant
in
the
quaint
wording
of
a
chronicler
who
witnessed
it
:
'
Space
being
made
,
presently
entered
a
baron
and
an
earl
appareled
after
the
Turkish
fashion
in
long
robes
of
bawdkin
powdered
with
gold
;
hats
on
their
heads
of
crimson
velvet
,
with
great
rolls
of
gold
,
girded
with
two
swords
,
called
scimitars
,
hanging
by
great
bawdricks
of
gold
.
Next
came
yet
another
baron
and
another
earl
,
in
two
long
gowns
of
yellow
satin
,
traversed
with
white
satin
,
and
in
every
bend
of
white
was
a
bend
of
crimson
satin
,
after
the
fashion
of
Russia
,
with
furred
hats
of
gray
on
their
heads
;
either
of
them
having
an
hatchet
in
their
hands
,
and
boots
with
pykes
'
(
points
a
foot
long
)
,
'
turned
up
.
And
after
them
came
a
knight
,
then
the
Lord
High
Admiral
,
and
with
him
five
nobles
,
in
doublets
of
crimson
velvet
,
voyded
low
on
the
back
and
before
to
the
cannell-bone
,
laced
on
the
breasts
with
chains
of
silver
;
and
over
that
,
short
cloaks
of
crimson
satin
,
and
on
their
heads
hats
after
the
dancers
'
fashion
,
with
pheasants
'
feathers
in
them
.
These
were
appareled
after
the
fashion
of
Prussia
.
The
torchbearers
,
which
were
about
an
hundred
,
were
appareled
in
crimson
satin
and
green
,
like
Moors
,
their
faces
black
.
Next
came
in
a
mommarye
.
Then
the
minstrels
,
which
were
disguised
,
danced
;
and
the
lords
and
ladies
did
wildly
dance
also
,
that
it
was
a
pleasure
to
behold
.
'
And
while
Tom
,
in
his
high
seat
,
was
gazing
upon
this
'
wild
'
dancing
,
lost
in
admiration
of
the
dazzling
commingling
of
kaleidoscopic
colours
which
the
whirling
turmoil
of
gaudy
figures
below
him
presented
,
the
ragged
but
real
little
Prince
of
Wales
was
proclaiming
his
rights
and
his
wrongs
,
denouncing
the
impostor
,
and
clamouring
for
admission
at
the
gates
of
Guildhall
!
The
crowd
enjoyed
this
episode
prodigiously
,
and
pressed
forward
and
craned
their
necks
to
see
the
small
rioter
.
Presently
they
began
to
taunt
him
and
mock
at
him
,
purposely
to
goad
him
into
a
higher
and
still
more
entertaining
fury
.
Tears
of
mortification
sprang
to
his
eyes
,
but
he
stood
his
ground
and
defied
the
mob
right
royally
.
Other
taunts
followed
,
added
mockings
stung
him
,
and
he
exclaimed
--
"
I
tell
ye
again
,
you
pack
of
unmannerly
curs
,
I
am
the
Prince
of
Wales
!
And
all
forlorn
and
friendless
as
I
be
,
with
none
to
give
me
word
of
grace
or
help
me
in
my
need
,
yet
will
not
I
be
driven
from
my
ground
,
but
will
maintain
it
!
"
"
Though
thou
be
prince
or
no
prince
,
'
tis
all
one
,
thou
be
's
t
a
gallant
lad
,
and
not
friendless
neither
!
Here
stand
I
by
thy
side
to
prove
it
;
and
mind
I
tell
thee
thou
might
's
t
have
a
worser
friend
than
Miles
Hendon
and
yet
not
tire
thy
legs
with
seeking
.
Rest
thy
small
jaw
,
my
child
;
I
talk
the
language
of
these
base
kennel-rats
like
to
a
very
native
.
"
The
speaker
was
a
sort
of
Don
Caesar
de
Bazan
in
dress
,
aspect
,
and
bearing
.
He
was
tall
,
trim-built
,
muscular
.
