A third, if I remember right, bridged the entrance to the Castle yard, but the motto on it has escaped me.

The cloth and wool industry is, as I have told you, the staple trade of the town, and the merchants had no mercy on their wares, but used them freely to beautify the streets.

Rich tapestries, glossy velvets, and costly brocades fluttered from the windows or lined the balconies.

East Street, High Street, and Fore Street were draped from garret to basement with rare and beautiful fabrics, while gay flags hung from the roofs on either side, or fluttered in long festoons from house to house.
The royal banner of England floated from the lofty tower of St.Mary Magdalene, while the blue ensign of Monmouth waved from the sister turret of St.James.Late into the night there was planing and hammering, working and devising, until when the sun rose upon Thursday, June 18, it shone on as brave a show of bunting and evergreen as ever graced a town.

Taunton had changed as by magic from a city into a flower garden.
Master Stephen Timewell had busied himself in these preparations, but he had borne in mind at the same time that the most welcome sight which he could present to Monmouth's eyes was the large body of armed men who were prepared to follow his fortunes.