As he went towards the tiring room
to change, he was stopped by a man-at-arms in a livery of powder-blue and silver, lady Rosalyne's livery.
The Great Lie by Myrrha Stanford-Smith The tiny room set aside as a tiring room
was crammed with sweating actors muttering their lines and fighting over the mirror.
Sure enough he was able to climb over the gate and steal across the auditorium to the tiring room
at the back, where he made himself a snug nest in a pile of cloaks.