‘Coloppes.’ It is in reference to this we find Langland saying— Cokes and their knaves, Cryden, ‘Hote pies, hote! Goode gees and grys! Gowe, dyne, gowe!’ Lydgate has a still fuller and more detailed description of this in his ‘London Lackpenny,’ and as it is tolerably humorous I will quote it somewhat largely, using Mr. Bowen’s modernization of it— Within this hall neither rich nor yet poor Would do for me aught, although I should die: Which seeing, I got me out of the door, When Flemings began on me for to cry: ‘Master, what will you copen or buy? Fine felt hats, or spectacles to read? Lay down your silver, and here you may speed.’ Then into London I did me hie— Of all the land it beareth the prize. ‘Hot peascods!’ one began to cry; ‘Strawberries ripe, and cherries in the rise!’ One bade me come near and buy some spice: Pepper and saffron they gan me bede, But, for lack of money, I might not speed. Then to the Chepe I gan me drawen, Where much people I saw for to stand. One offered me velvet, silk, and lawn: Another he taketh me by the hand: ‘Here is Paris thread, the finest in the land!’ I never was used to such things indeed, And, wanting money, I might not speed. Then went I forth by London Stone, And throughout all Candlewick Street: Drapers much cloth me offered anon; Then comes me one crying, ‘Hot sheep’s feet!’ One cried ‘Mackerel!’ ‘Ryster green!’ another gan me greet. One bade me buy a hood to cover my head: But, for lack of money, I might not speed. Then into Cornhill anon I rode, Where there was much stolen gear among. I saw where hong mine owne hood That I had lost among the throng— To buy my own hood, I thought it wrong— I knew it as I did my Creed, But, for lack of money, I could not speed. If we pass on from shop to shop in a more quiet and undisturbed fashion than poor ‘London Lackpenny,’ we must not forget that we are, at least so far, enjoying that which our forefathers could not. With regard to the head-dress, and to begin with this, we have many memorials. ‘Tire,’ once a familiar word enough, is still preserved from decay by our Authorized Version of the Scriptures. Thus, for example, it is said in Ezekiel, ‘make no mourning for the dead, bind the tire of thine head upon thee.’[337] I do not know how comprehensive are the duties belonging to our present ‘tirewoman’ or lady’s-maid, but in the day when the tragic story of Jezebel was first translated, the sense of the word was entirely confined to the arrangement of her mistress’s ‘tiara,’ which is but another form of the same term. In the ‘Paradise Lost’ it is found as ‘tiar’—