He was wholly and completely drunk when he charged into the ballroom at two in the morning, brandishing a full bottle, and singing uproariously.

He staggered into the middle of the dancers, whirling his magnum.
"Room" he cried.

"Room, there, for King Solomon in all his glory" He whirled his bottle again, and the dancers broke before him.

A Sir Toby Belch got the thick end of the bottle in his natural fatness, and collapsed with a groan.

"Remove the body!" ordered Nickie, magnificently.
"D'ye hear me, there, minions?
Remove these offensive remain from the royal presence." The guests had retreated against the walls, and Nickie held the floor.
Nobody believed this to be an artistic effort to sustain the character.
Weary Willie was as drunk as a lord.