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Muses’ Looking-Glass II iv: Come, I will send for a whole coach or two of Bankside ladies, and we will be jovial.at Bankside lady, n.
Muses’ Looking-Glass II iv: Come, I will send for a whole coach or two of Bankside ladies, and we will be jovial. Muses’ Looking-Glass III iii: Daggs and Pistolls! To bite his thumb at me! Weare I a sword to see men bite their thumbs? Rapiers and Daggers!at bite one’s/the thumb at (v.) under bite, v.
Muses’ Looking Glass IV iii: Then there is jumping Jude, Heroique Doll, With bouncing Nan, and Cit your worship’s sinner.at bouncing, adj.
Muses’ Looking Glass IV v: I will not stay, but fly [...] the roof will fall and brain me, If I endure to heare his blasphemies.at brain, v.
Muses’ Looking Glass IV iv: The chuff’s crowns Imprison’d in his trusty chest methinks.at chuff, n.1
Muses’ Looking-Glass IV iv: I had rather zee him remitted to the jayle, and haue his twelue God-vathers, good men and true, contemne him to the Gallowes.at godfather, n.
Muses’ Looking-Glass III iii: You are a horned beast, a very cuckold [...] And I did graft your horns.at graft, v.1
Muses’ Looking-Glass II iv: Think you I meant all that I told your Father? No, ’twas to blind the eyes of the old Huncks.at hunks, n.
Muses’ Looking-Glass IV iii: There is jumping Jude, heroic Doll, With bouncing Nan, and Cis, your worship’s sinner.at jump, v.
Muses’ Looking Glass IV iii: Tell her, Plus, she must have the Kings Picture too.at king’s picture(s) (n.) under king, n.
Muses’ Looking-Glass V i: No wanton Jig, I hope, no dance is lawful But Prinkum-Prankum.at prinkum-prankum, n.
Muses’ Looking Glass IV iv: They talk of wittie discourse and fine conceits, and I ken not what, a deal of prittle-prattle would make a Cat pis to hear ’em.at prittle-prattle, n.
Muses’ Looking Glass IV iv: A bots take all the red-nose tribe of ’em for Agroicus!at red-nose (n.) under red, adj.
Muses’ Looking Glass IV iii: Sir, here’s Snip the Taylor Charg’d with a riot.at snip, n.
Muses’ Looking-Glass III iii: Daggs and Pistolls! To bite his thumb at me! Weare I a sword to see men bite their thumbs? Rapiers and Daggers! – He is the sonne of a Whore.at sonofabitch, n.
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