1827 T. Morton A School For Grown Children II i: Ear-rings for me! Gemini, how genteel! what bangers!at banger, n.1
1827 T. Morton A School For Grown Children IV iii: Ha! ha! Brought him on his beam-ends.at beam-ends, n.
1827 T. Morton A School For Grown Children IV i: Here comes Ned, jaded and blue-devilled.at blue devils, n.
1827 T. Morton A School For Grown Children V ii: You, Sir Arthur, must become a black-leg, and your ladyship a blue-stocking.at blue stocking (n.) under blue, adj.1
1827 T. Morton School For Grown Children V iii: I’m not to be bounced out of my property.at bounce, v.1
1827 T. Morton School For Grown Children I ii: Then there’ll be more when the old boy retires, you know.at old boy, n.
1827 T. Morton A School for Grown Children IV i: Breakfast, immediately! Anything simple, for I feel rather damaged.at damaged, adj.
1827 T. Morton A School For Grown Children II ii: And dang it! there’s no getting the pepper out of him.at dang!, excl.
1827 T. Morton School For Grown Children II i: Oh, such grand genteel doings at the Squire’s!at doings, n.1
1827 T. Morton A School For Grown Children V ii: Drabbit it, Squire, if we were to go home in these clothes how old Blucher would savage us.at drabbit!, excl.
1827 T. Morton A School For Grown Children V ii: ’Tis the school of mutual instruction where faithless husbands learn prudence and uxoriousness, and vixen wives to lisp my duck and my deary.at duck, n.1
1827 T. Morton A School For Grown Children IV iii: A reel, you lubber? You can dance that when you are drunk.at lubber, n.
1827 T. Morton A School For Grown Children III i: Ice! – aye that’s what makes this place so mortal slippery.at mortal, adv.
1827 T. Morton A School For Grown Children I ii: ’Sdeath! he’ll corrupt the country in a week.at ’sdeath!, excl.
1827 T. Morton A School For Grown Children V ii: A stranger! Now to show my shapes.at show one’s shapes (v.) under shape, n.
1827 T. Morton A School For Grown Children V ii: A stranger! Now to show my shapes.at show one’s shape (v.) under show, v.
1827 T. Morton A School For Grown Children II ii: sir a.: Where is your master? but.: Oh, snug! he’s invisible at the inn, if you want to see him.at snug, adj.
1827 T. Morton School For Grown Children III iii: La, missus! how glad I be you are out of your dismal weeds!at weeds, n.