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Rover IV:iii: Blunt. Cruel, adsheartlikins as a Gally-slave, or a Spanish Whore.at adsheart! (excl.) under ads, n.
Rover IV:iii: Blunt. Cruel, adsheartlikins as a Gally-slave, or a Spanish Whore. Rover I:i: Blunt. Why, ’dsheartlikins, I love a frank Soul—When did you ever hear of an honest Woman that took a Man’s Mony?at adsheart! (excl.) under ads, n.
Rover III iii: A Rape! Come, come, you lye, you Baggage, you lye.at baggage, n.
Rover IV i: Belv. What, Blunt has had some damn’d Trick put upon him, cheated, bang’d, or clapt?at bang, v.1
Rover III i: Will. But hearkey, Friend of mine, are you my Rival? and have I been only beating the Bush all this while?at beat about the bush (v.) under beat, v.
Rover III i: Oh such a Bona Roba, to sleep in her Arms is lying in Fresco, all perfum’d Air about me.at bona roba, n.
Rover IV i: [A] very errant Gipsy, the talkingst, pratingst, cantingst little Animal thou ever saw’st.at cant, v.1
Rover IV i: Will. Nay, nay, no cogging; she shall know what a precious Mistress I have.at cog, v.
Rover II i: Blunt. Whoring’s established here by virtue of the Inquisition—Come let’s be gone, I’m sure we’re no Chapmen for this Commodity.at commodity, n.
Rover III ii: And tho you’ve better Arts to hide your Follies, / Adsheartlikins y’are all as errant Cullies.at cully, n.1
Rover V i: See how this—Huff becomes—this Dammy—flare— / Which they at home may act, because they dare, / But—must with prudent Caution do elsewhere.at damme-boy (n.) under damme!, excl.
Rover III i: Wou’d I cou’d met with some true damn’d Gipsie, that I might know my Fortune.at damned, adj.
Rover V i: Death, I think she’s in earnest.at death!, excl.
Rover III iii: Flor. Sir, can you think— Will. That you’d do it for nothing? oh, oh, I find what you’d be at—look here, here’s a Pistol for you.at do it, v.1
Rover II i: Will. A plague on your Dons, if they fight no better they’ll ne’re recover Flanders.at don, n.
Rover II i: Belv. Yet they are Whores tho this Essex Calf believe ’em Persons of Quality.at Essex calf (n.) under Essex, adj.
Rover III iv: How is this, a Piccaroon going to board my Frigate! here’s one Chase-Gun for you. [Drawing his Sword, justles Ant. who turns and draws].at frigate, n.
Rover Epilogue. For all their greasing will not buy ’em Britches.at grease, v.1
Rover III i: Hang your considering Lover; I never thought beyond the fancy that ’twas a pretty, idle, silly sort of pleasure.at hang, v.1
Rover V i: See how this—Huff becomes—this Dammy—flare— / Which they at home may act, because they dare, / But—must with prudent Caution do elsewhere.at huff, n.
Rover V i: I should not have shew’d my self like a Jack-Pudding, thus to have made you Mirth.at jack pudding (n.) under jack, n.1
Rover IV ii: There was a Country-man of ours robb’d of a Row of Teeth whilst he was sleeping, which the Jilt made him buy again when he wak’d.at jilt, n.1
Rover IV i: Hell. This must be Angelica, I know it by her mumping Matron here—Ay, ay,’tis she.at mumping, n.
Rover V i: Unless it be the old Black-Fryers way, / Shaking his empty Noddle o’er Bamboo.at noddle, n.
Rover IV ii: Look on that Wreck, a tight Vessel when he set out of Haven, well trim’d and laden, and see how a Female Piccaroon of this Island of Rogues has shatter’d him.at picaroon, n.
Rover II ii: Morett. Abominable Fellow, I tell thee, we only sell by the whole piece.at piece, n.
Rover III i: I will not dyeof the Pip, so I will not.at pip, n.1
Rover III iii: [play on pistole, a coin] Flor. Sir, can you think— Will. That you’d do it for nothing? oh, oh, I find what you’d be at—look here, here’s a Pistol for you.at pistol, n.
Rover II i: Blunt. Her Name? [...] what care I for Names. She’s fair! young! brisk and kind! [...] What a Pox care I for knowing her by any other Title.at pox, n.1
Rover IV ii: [H]e’s a Cormorant at Whore and Bacon, he’d have a Limb or two of thee, my Virgin Pullet.at pullet, n.
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