"See my puff, made from the foot of English hares.

Rubs out all wrinkles, lady, and keeps ye young as when ye were a lass.

But a shilling, a shilling.

See!" And with the pretense of secrecy the seller would sidle up to a carriage of some dame, slip to her the hare's foot and take the shilling with an air as though no one could see what none could fail to notice.
Above these mingled cries of the hangers-on of this crowd of nobility and gentles rose the blare of crude music, and cries far off and confused.

Above it all shone the May sun, brighter here than lower toward the Thames.