The uproar became furious.

The younger and more reckless nobles abandoned themselves to revelry, which would have shamed heathen Saturnalia.

They renewed to each other, every moment, their vociferous oaths of fidelity to the common cause, drained huge beakers to the beggars' health, turned their caps and doublets inside out, danced upon chairs and tables.

Several addressed each other as Lord Abbot, or Reverend Prior, of this or that religious institution, thus indicating the means by which some of them hoped to mend their broken fortunes.
While the tumult was at its height, the Prince of Orange with Counts Horn and Egmont entered the apartment.

They had been dining quietly with Mansfeld, who was confined to his house with an inflamed eye, and they were on their way to the council chamber, where the sessions were now prolonged nightly to a late hour.