frisk v.1
to have sexual intercourse; to be adulterous; also as frisker n., one who engages in sexual intercourse, a prostitute; frisking n., foreplay.
The Four Elements line 1343: sensuall appetyte: And I can torn it trymly, And I can fryske it freshly. | ||
Ralph Roister Doister II iii: tib. talk.: Well, Truepenny, never flinging? an. alyface.: And frisking? | ||
‘Second Libel of Oxford’ in May & Bryson Verse Libel 376: Brave girls, that can fill bravelie prance, / Loe, how they friske it up and downe. | ||
Mad Lover I i: We can bounce, [...] and frisk too. | ||
‘Honest Mens Resolution’ Rump Poems and Songs (1662) II 199: But what shall we do with our Wives, / That fisk [sic] up and down the Town? [...] They cheat us all with their looks. | ||
‘The Trappan’d Taylor’ in Roxburghe Ballads (1891) VII:2 468: But while she did frisk, the taylor so brisk, it was his chance for to spy her. | ||
Art of Wheedling 57: He carries perpetually about him a Catalogue of all the Whores [...] ranking them into three Columes apart; and thus distinguished: the Flamer, Frisker, and Wast-coateer. | ||
‘Ballad of All the Trades’ in Pills to Purge Melancholy II 62: O the Tailor, the fine and frisking Taylor [...] He never goes to measure Lace / But his Maid, but his Maid, but his Maid holds out his Yard. | ||
‘Blowzabella’ in Merry Songs and Ballads (1897) IV 77: Squeakham, Squeakham, Bag-pipe will make ’em / Whisking, Frisking. | ||
Squire and his Cur in Poems (1801) 57: By her seduc’d, in am’rous play, / they frisk’d the joyous hours away. | ||
Parson’s Revels (2010) 60: As brisk as Fillies in the Spring, / When wanton love is on the Wing, / The Lasses frisk it in a Ring. | ||
Honest Fellow 104: Whisking, frisking, money brings in. | ||
‘The Shickster’s Chaunt’ Bang-Up Songster 16: We’ll petition Parliament, / And with little argument, / They’ll let us frisk to our content, / Prime young shicksters. | ||
‘Whiskers’ in Flare-Up Songster in Spedding & Watt (eds) Bawdy Songbooks (2011) IV 293: Vone of those luckless friskers, / Who’re shunned amongst the great, / But having not no vhiskers! | ||
‘The Slashing Big Drover-Boy’ in Libertine’s Songster in Spedding & Watt (eds) I 135: At night for some fun to her crib I run, / Vhere vith her I frisk it so gaily O! | ||
in Limerick (1953) 195: When it’s time to retire / You can frisk with a minimal risk. |
In phrases
see under hempen adj.