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Jacke Drums Entertainment Act I: Why cannot you come where headie liquore is, but you must needs bouze?at bouse, v.
Jacke Drums Entertainment Act I: Why cannot you come where headie liquore is, but you must needs bouze? Jacke Drums Entertainment Act I: And faith a chitty well complexioned face, And yet it wants a beard.at chitty-face, n.
Jacke Drums Entertainment Act II: Thou wast not made to slauer her faire lips With thy dead rewmy chops.at chops, n.1
Jacke Drums Entertainment Act V: We clip with ioful arms each others wast.at clip, v.1
Jacke Drums Entertainment Act I: Oh but so great a masse of coyne might mount from wholesome thrift.at coin, n.
Jacke Drums Entertainment Act III: Out you French Dogge, touch my Loue, and Ile —.at dog, n.2
Jacke Drums Entertainment Act II: Tell my sweet Duck I am here.at duck, n.1
Jacke Drums Entertainment Act IV: Marry phoh, wil you match me to a foole?at faugh!, excl.
Jacke Drums Entertainment Act I: The wenches, ha, when I was a yong man and could tickle the Minikin, and made them crie thankes sweete Timothy, I had the best stroke, the sweetest touch, but now (I may sigh to say it) I am falne from the Fidle.at fiddle, n.1
Jacke Drums Entertainment Act I: Ye shall haue me an emptie caske thats furd With nought but barmy froath.at froth, n.
Jacke Drums Entertainment Act I: Stay Vinifrede, or by gor die, me die, me die by gor.at gor!, excl.
Jacke Drums Entertainment Act I: The zealous bent of Councellors solide cares is trampled on By eury hacknies heeles.at hackney, n.
Jacke Drums Entertainment Act V: The leaue proud scorne, And honest selfe made Cuckold, weare the horne.at wear (the) horns (v.) under horn, n.1
Jacke Drums Entertainment Act I: The wenches, ha, when I was a young man and could tickle the Minikin, and made them crie thankes sweete Timothy, I had the best stroke, the sweetest touch, but now (I may sigh to say it) I am falne from the Fidle.at tickle the minikin (v.) under tickle, v.
Jacke Drums Entertainment Act I: Come Timothy Twedle, tickle thy Pipe on the greene, as I haue tipled the Pot in the Seller, and the hey for the honor of High-gate, you old Troian.at Trojan, n.
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