Here all was revelry.

Bonfires blazed in the streets.

Hogsheads of wine, with the heads knocked out, stood before many of the houses for all to help themselves who wished.

Drunken soldiers reeled along shouting snatches of songs, and the burghers in the highest state of hilarity thronged the ways.
"First of all, Ralph, we will have a drink of wine, for I am chilled to the bone." "Aye, and so am I," Ralph replied.

"I got hot enough climbing that rope, but now the cold has got hold of me again, and my teeth are chattering in my head." Picking up one of the fallen vessels by a cask they dipped it in and took a long draught of wine; then, turning off from the principal streets, they made their way by quiet lanes down to one of the gates.