| Mac I.vii.63 | [Lady Macbeth to Macbeth, of the King] his two chamberlains / Will I with wine and wassail so convince / That memory ... / Shall be a-fume |
| Tim IV.iii.223 | [Apemantus to Timon] thinkest / That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain, / Will put thy shirt on warm? |