There is no enchantment nor charm there, every one of you hath seen it.

My 'prenticeship is out, I am a free man at this trade.

I am prester mast (Prestre mace, maistre passe.), Prish, Brum! I should say, master past.

O the drinkers, those that are a-dry, O poor thirsty souls! Good page, my friend, fill me here some, and crown the wine, I pray thee.

Like a cardinal! Natura abhorret vacuum.