Some I could see with ladders scaling the tower, and
having reached the highest rung, falling headlong to the bottom. "Where
do those fools try to get to?" I asked. "To a place that is high enough-
-they are endeavouring to break into the treasury of the princess." "I
warrant it be full," quoth I. "Yes," answered he, "of everything that
belongs to this street, to be distributed among its denizens: all kinds
of weapons for invading and extending territories; all kinds of coats-of-
arms, banners, escutcheons, books of genealogy, sayings of the ancients,
and poems, all sorts of gorgeous raiments, boastful tales and flattering
mirrors; every pigment and lotion to beautify the face; every high office
and title--in short, everything is there which makes a man think better
of himself and worse of others than he ought. The chief officers of this
treasury are masters of the ceremonies, roysters, heralds, bards,
orators, flatterers, dancers, tailors, gamblers, seamstresses and the
like."
From this street we went to the next where the Princess of Lucre rules
supreme; this street was crowded and enormously wealthy; yet not half so
magnificent and clean as the Street of Pride, nor its people so foolishly
haughty, for here they were for the most part skulking and sly.
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