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Alchemist V ii: Gallants, men, and women, / And of all sorts, tag-rag, been seen to flock here.at rag, tag and bobtail, n.
Alchemist V ii: Gallants, men, and women, / And of all sorts, tag-rag, been seen to flock here. Alchemist III iv: ’Slight, here are more! / Abel, and I think, the angry boy, the heir.at angry boy, n.
Alchemist I i: I’ll bring thee [...] thy neck / Within a noose, for laund’ring gold, and barbing it.at barber, v.
Alchemist IV i: Well said my Guinea bird.at guinea bird, n.1
Alchemist II vi: A rich young widow – Good! A bonaroba?at bona roba, n.
Alchemist III ii: A lord, that is a leper, / A knight, that has the bone-ache.at bone-ache (n.) under bone, n.1
Alchemist IV ii: What is she? A bonnibel?at bonnibel, n.
Alchemist I i: I care not — welcome pillory or cart.at cart, n.1
Alchemist V v: What, doe you change your coppy now?at change one’s copy (v.) under change, v.
Alchemist I ii: What do you think of me? That I am a chiause? [...] As one would say, do you think I am Turk?at chouse, n.
Alchemist IV iii: You shall [...] Be curried, claw’d, and flaw’d, and taw’d, indeed.at claw, v.
Alchemist V iii: Punk, cockatrice, my sister [...] You are a whore.at cockatrice, n.
Alchemist I i: Cow-herd. Conjuror. Cutpurse. Witch. O me!at conjuror, n.
Alchemist V v: surly: Down with the door. kastril: ’Slight, ding it open.at ding, v.1
Alchemist I ii: Good deeds, sir, Doctor Dogs-meat.at dog’s meat, n.
Alchemist III iii: A doughty don is taken with my Dol.at don, n.
Alchemist IV vii: Thou art so down upon the least disaster! How would’st thou ha’ done, if I had not help’t thee out?at down, adv.1
Alchemist II v: This will fetch em, And make them haste towards their gulling more. A man must deal like a rough nurse, and fright Those that are froward, to an appetite.at fetch, v.1
Alchemist II i: The decay’d Vestall’s of Pickt-hatch ... That keepe the fire a-liue there.at fire, n.
Alchemist III iii: Firk, like a flounder; kiss, like a scallop, close: / And tickle him with thy mother-tongue.at firk, v.
Alchemist V ii: My fine flitter-mouse, My bird o’ the night! we’ll tickle it at the Pigeons.at flitter, n.
Alchemist II iv: subtle: And shall we twitch him? face: Through both the gills.at gills, n.1
Alchemist II vi: God’s lid, Nab, send her to the Doctor, hither.at God’s lid! (excl.) under God, n.1
Alchemist II iv: I know him not. He looks like a gold-end-man.at gold-end man (n.) under gold, adj.
Alchemist II i: The decayed Vestals of Pict-Hatch would thank you.at picked-hatch vestal (n.) under picked-hatch, n.
Alchemist IV iii: This is a travelled punk-master, and does know / All the delays: a notable hot rascal, / And looks, already, rampant.at hot, adj.
Alchemist IV v: Nay, you must never hope to lay her now.at lay, v.1
Alchemist III iii: For she must milk his epididimis. / Where is the doxy?at milk, v.
Alchemist V ii: My bird o’ the night! we’ll tickle it at the Pigeons.at nightbird (n.) under night, n.
Alchemist I i: Dorothy, mistress Dorothy, ’Ods precious, I’ll do anything.at ods precious! (excl.) under ods, n.
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