Through the hangings peeped to see how the house did fill.
For Caroline practice, cf. T. Goffe, Careless Shepherdess ind.:
I never saw Rheade peeping through the curtain,
But ravishing joy entered into my heart;
also Tatham’s prologue for the Fortune players, when they moved to the Red Bull in 1640:
Forbear
Your wonted custom, banding tile and pear
Against our curtains, to allure us forth;
I pray, take notice, these are of more worth;
Pure Naples silk, not worsted.