By how many tricks did he proll money from all parts of Christendom ?

You some kind of confidence man or dope peddler or something? You trying to work one of those pigeon drops on me?

One highly imaginative account claims the throng told stories through the night in drunken outbursts of wild revelry. As if quoting from a house menu of early American alcoholic drinks, rather than reporting an eyewitness account, this version tells us they guzzled nobly of punch, of flip, and downed the inevitable stonewalls [a mixture of whiskey or rum and cider].

That is Mede þe Mayde quod she · hath noyed me ful oft / And ylakked my lemman.]