there was the one with the big nose , his eyes bloodshot beneath the straggles of wavy brown hair that had escaped his queue ; the one who was as wide and burly as a draft horse , flat on his back and snoring , his wig looking like a dead rat on the floor beside his head ; a third , thin and cocky , hiccuping drunkenly and saluting juliet with his bottle : `` to the lady ... hic !