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Malcontent induction: I have heard of a fellow would offer to lay a hundred-pound wager, that was not worth five bawbees.at baubee, n.
Malcontent induction: I have heard of a fellow would offer to lay a hundred-pound wager, that was not worth five bawbees. Malcontent I iv: He has as sweet a lady, too; dost know her little bitch?at bitch, n.1
Malcontent I iii: Blurt o’ rhyme!, blurt o’ rhyme! Maquerelle is a cunning bawd.at blurt!, excl.
Malcontent IV iii: A most sound brain-pan!at brainpan (n.) under brain, n.1
Malcontent IV iv: Cross-capers! Tricks!.at caper, n.2
Malcontent V i: By this means she is better known to the stinkards than if she had been five times carted.at cart, v.
Malcontent I vi: Why, that at four women were fools, at fourteen drabs, at forty bawds, at fourscore witches, and at a hundred, cats.at cat, n.1
Malcontent V iv: That kind of cony-catching is as stale as Sir Oliver Anchovy’s perfumed jerkin.at cony-catching, n.
Malcontent III iii: As Irishmen do bum-cracks.at crack, n.1
Malcontent induction: Alexander was an ass to speak so well of a filthy cullion.at cullion, n.
Malcontent IV i: My name is Medam Maquerelle; I lie in the old Cunnycourt.at cunny alley (n.) under cunny, n.
Malcontent I viii: The Welshman stole rushes when there was nothing else to filch.at filch, v.1
Malcontent n.p.: [A] whorson flesh fly, that still gnawes vpon the leane gauld backs.at flesh-fly (n.) under flesh, n.
Malcontent induction: By God’s lid, if you had, I would have given you but sixpence for your stool.at God’s lid! (excl.) under God, n.1
Malcontent II ii: Lady, ha’ ye now no restoratives for your decayed Jasons? Look ye, crab’s guts baked, distilled ox-pith [...] or powder of fox-stones?at gut, n.
Malcontent I vii: pietro: I am horn-mad. [...] mendoza: Why? pietro: Why? Thou, thou hast dishonoured my bed.at horn-mad, adj.
Malcontent Act I: Amongst a hundred French-men, fortie hot shottes.at hot-shot, n.
Malcontent III i: I [...] have beat my shoemaker, knocked my semstress, cuckold my pothecary, and undone my tailor.at knock up, v.
Malcontent III iii: I ... have beate my Shoomaker, knockt my Sempsters, cuckold my Pothecary.at knock, v.
Malcontent V ii: Go thou, the duke’s lime-twig! I’ll make the duke turn thee out of thine office.at lime-twig, n.
Malcontent IV iii: The buff-captain, the sallow Westphalian gammon-faced zaza.at pigfaced (adj.) under pig, n.
Malcontent I vi: Nay, he is the rustiest-jawed, the foulest-mouthed knave in railing against our sex.at rusty, adj.2
Malcontent III iii: [I love] Dogs, Dice and Drabs, ... have beate my Shoomaker, knockt my Sempstress.at sempstress, n.
Malcontent I iv: Believe me, a she-bitch! O ’tis a good creature; thou shalt be her servant.at servant, n.
Malcontent V iv: ’Tis as common, as natural to a courtier, as jealousy to a citizen [...] or an empty handbasket to one of those sixpenny damnations.at sixpenny suburb-sinnet (n.) under sixpenny, adj.
Malcontent IV iii: ‘How did you kill him?’ ‘Slatted his brains out, then soused him in the briny sea.’.at slate, v.1
Malcontent IV v: Agamemnon, emperor of all the merry Greeks, that tickled all true Trojans, was a cornuto.at tickle, v.
Malcontent III iii: Illo, ho, ho, ho! Art there, old truepenny?at truepenny (n.) under true, adj.
Malcontent I iii: Sir Tristram Trimtram come aloft, Jack-a-napes with a whim wham?at whim-wham, n.
Malcontent I iv: What though I called thee old ox, egregious wittol, broken-bellied coward, rotten mummy?at wittol, n.
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