Queen Elizabeth the First is walking down the street, canopy of state above her, her ladies are close attendance and she is flanked by Yeoman Guards.
The weather is wet but the people of London are out in force to cheer the Virgin Queen.
Suddenly out of no where a cloak is flung to the ground in front of her.
The Queen halts, smiles at Walter Rayleigh who is the person responsible for the act and she steps gently and regally onto the cloak.
Queen : Sir Walter! How gallant. Protecting your Queen's feet from the puddle on the street.
Rayleigh : No Madam. One of these peasant bastards just flung dog shit all over my back.