As they approached the ancient gateway (afterwards denominated Traitor's Tower), at the Southwark side of the bridge, she remarked with a shudder the dismal array of heads garnishing its spikes, and pointing them out to Fawkes, cried, "Heaven grant yours may never be amongst the number!" Fawkes made no answer, but dashed beneath the low and gloomy arch of the gate.
Striking into a street on the right, the party skirted the walls of Saint Saviour's Church, and presently drew near the Globe theatre, above which floated its banner.

Adjoining it was the old Bear-garden--the savage inmates of which made themselves sufficiently audible.

Garnet hastily pointed out the first-mentioned place of amusement to Viviana as they passed it, and her reading having made her well acquainted with the noble dramas produced at that unpretending establishment--little better than a barn in comparison with a modern playhouse,--she regarded it with deep interest.

Another theatre--the Swan--speedily claimed her attention; and, leaving it behind, they came upon the open country.
It was now growing rapidly dark, and Catesby, turning off into a narrow lane on the right, shouted to his companions to keep near him.

The tract of land they were traversing was flat and marshy.