’sblood! excl.
a euph. oath, lit. ‘God’s blood!’.
Henry IV Pt 1 I ii: ’Sblood I am as melancholy as a gib cat. | ||
Every Man Out of his Humour II i: ’Slud, I think he feeds her with porridge. | ||
Two Angry Women of Abington A3: ’Sbloud, I do not like the humour of these springals. | ||
Blind Beggar of Bednall-Green Act I: Sblud the worst that any man can say of me is, that I am a tall Theef. | ||
Northward Hoe I i: Sbloud sir what does he with her? | ||
Revenger’s Tragedy (1967) I iii: ’Cause you love swearing, ’slud, I will. [Ibid.] III iv: ’Slud it begins like a whore with good cheer. | ||
Yorkshire Tragedy I v: ’Sblood! you have undone us all, sir. | ||
Merry Devil of Edmonton C: Z’blood, Ile tickle your keeper. | ||
Alchemist IV iii: ’Slud, he does look too fat to be a Spaniard. | ||
English-Men For My Money C: Sbloud you might haue kept at home and be hangd. | ||
Parson’s Wedding (1664) II v: ’Sblood, I thought you had been sunk. | ||
Lascivious Queen III v: S’blood, there’s no comparison between them. | ||
Man of Mode I i: ’Zbud, you have no reason to talk. | ||
Soldier’s Fortune I i: ’Sbud, I’ll show thee. | ||
‘Mrs. Nelly’s Complaint’ in Court Satires of the Restoration (1976) 99: Loudlier we swore than plundering dragoons; / S’blood follows s’blood, and zoons succeeded zoons. | ||
Love for Love II i: ’S’bud, I was but in jest. | ||
Fair Example III ii: Tittee, tattee! ’Sbud she’s a rare Bed-fellow! | ||
Double Gallant I i: Dogs! Villains! Monsters! Zbud! | ||
Lives of Most Noted Highway-men, etc. I 184: S’bleed (quoth the Fellow) I’de na Mester come with me to Dai. | ||
Penkethman’s Jests 3: S’bud Patrick, I’ll give thee half a Crown for a stroke of those bluff Chops of thine. | ||
Artifice Act III: Living Things! S’Blead, the Devil would not live wi’ you. | ||
Street Robberies Considered 45: S’blood, said I, don’t tell me of your House. | ||
Don Quixote II v: ’Sbud! I’ll beat your Lanthorn-Jaws into your Throat, you Rascal. | ||
Hist. of Highwaymen &c. 147: ’Sbud, Sir, says he, let us make our escape from this Roguish Place, ’Slidking, Sir, they’ll steal our small Guts to make Fiddle-Strings of them. | ||
Polite Conversation 17: ’Sbuds, Madam, I have burnt my Hand on your plaguy Tea-Kettle. | ||
Tom Jones (1959) 564: ‘Slud! then,’ answered Western. | ||
Peregrine Pickle (1964) 597: ’Sblood! a believe master thinks I have no more stuff in my body than a dried haddock. | ||
Midas I iv: ’Sblood, I’ll commit him. | ||
Bloody Register III 178: ’Sbleed madam, says the countryman. | ||
Misc. (1778) 187: ’Sblood and ’oons, you old harridan. | ‘Memoirs of a Sad Dog’||
Works (1794) I 68: ’Sblood! ’tis a lie! | ‘Lyric Odes’||
Pettyfogger Dramatized II iii: S’blood, Sir, you’ve suffered an action to be brought against me! | ||
John Bull II iii: Oh, ’sbud! | ||
Salmagundi (1860) 374: ‘’Sblood, man,’ cried he, ‘these are some of our greatest people, our fashionables, who are merely dancing here for amusement’. | ||
Diverting Hist. of John Bull and Brother Jonathan 70: S’blood, what d’ye mean, you bacon faced son of a horned cow. | ||
Tales of A Traveller (1850) 70: ’Sblood, lad, thou art the man as has seen the ghost! | ||
Gilbert Gurney 144: ‘Sbud,’ said the barrister. | ||
‘A Peter-Pindaric’ Bentley’s Misc. Nov. 609: ’Sblood! what a bump. |