Dalmatique

Richard, poſſeſſed with a reſolution to perform a treaty made by his father, to join with the king of France in the holy war, directed his precepts to Henry de Cornhill, ſheriff of London, to provide a certain number of helmets, ſteel caps, ſhields, ſpears, pavilions, and other military accoutrements, together with ſilken habits, mitres, caps, dalmatiques, coats, and wine for the king’s uſe.

But one or two, who nourished in their bosoms respect for the downfallen hierarchy—casting first a timorous glance around, to see that no one observed them—hastily crossed themselves—bent their knee to sister Magdalen, by which name they saluted her—kissed her hand, or even the hem of her dalmatique—received with humility the Benedicite with which she repaid their obeisance; […]

The revelry from the tent grew at last so boisterous, the wailings and cries of help from the tower so terrible, that, unable to bear the heartrending emotion any longer, Queen Elizabeth stole forth alone, amid the darkness, to carry beneath the rich dalmatique she wore, a whole lapful of the millet loaves, crisp, russet and fresh baked, which had been just brought from the oven for the table of the King, and threw them to the famishing inmates of the tower.