. Walks in London . In the Courtyard of tlie Tabard, Southwark. ignorant landlord or tenant, instead of the ancient sign ofI the Tabard, put up the Talbot or Dog. The ancient signof the Tabard, says Stow, is a jacket or sleeveless coat,whole before, open on both sides, with a square collar,winged at the shoulders ; a stately garment of old time,commonly worn by noblemen and others, both at homeand abroad in the wars, but then (to wit, in the wars) their 464 WALKS IN LONDON. arms embroidered, or otherwise depict upon them, that everyman by his coat of arms might be known from others. There was
. Walks in London . In the Courtyard of tlie Tabard, Southwark. ignorant landlord or tenant, instead of the ancient sign ofI the Tabard, put up the Talbot or Dog. The ancient signof the Tabard, says Stow, is a jacket or sleeveless coat,whole before, open on both sides, with a square collar,winged at the shoulders ; a stately garment of old time,commonly worn by noblemen and others, both at homeand abroad in the wars, but then (to wit, in the wars) their 464 WALKS IN LONDON. arms embroidered, or otherwise depict upon them, that everyman by his coat of arms might be known from others. There was such a completely old-world character in thecourtyard of the Tabard that, though Chaucer certainlynever saw the inn which has been lately destroyed, thosewho visited it in 1873, imbued with the poem, would feelthat the balustraded galleries, with the little rooms opening. The Tabard, Southwark. out of them, and the bustling courtyard filled with waggonsjand wares, represented at least the ghost of the Gothic inn,jbuilt by the Abbot of Hyde in 1300 on the same would share the sensation of Dryden, who wrote, I|see all the Pilgrims in the Canterbury Tales, their humours,]their features, and their very dress, as distinctly as if I had] * The original inn was standing in i6o2. THE MARSHALSEA, 4*5 supped with them at the Tabard in Southwark, and wouldpicture the meeting which the poet describes— * Befel, that in that season, on a dayIn Southwark at the Tabard as I lay,Ready to wenden on my pilgrimage,To Canterbury with devout courage,At night was come into that hostelrvWell nine and twenty in a companyOf sundry folk, by adventure yfallIn fellowship, and pilgrims were they all,That toward Canterbury woulden ride. On the left, between King Street and Mermaid Court,was the prison of the Marshalsea—used for persons guiltyof offences on the high se
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