howbeittheywerenowiseroughwithfolk，buthumbleandcourteous。
Manyandmanywerethetorchesandcressetsburningsteadilyinthecalmair，sothat，asaforesaid，nightwasturnedintoday。
Butonthescaffoldaforesaidwerestandingbrightandgayfigures，whosenamesorwhattheywereRalphhadnotimetoask。
Nowthebellsbegantoclashfromthegreattoweroftheminster，andinalittlewhiletheyhadclashedthemselvesintoorderandrangclearandtuneablyforaspace；andwhiletheywereringing，lo！thosegay-cladpeopledepartedfromthescaffold，andacanvaspaintedlikeamountain-side，rockyandwithcavestherein，wasdrawnupatthebackofit。
Thencamethereononecladlikeakingholdingafairmaidenbythehand，andwithhimwasadamerichlycladandwithacrownonherhead。