1868 Reade & Boucicault Foul Play I 160: Don’t tell him, sir, for he doesn’t think small beer of himself.at think small beer of (v.) under small beer, n.
1868 Reade & Boucicault Foul Play III 257: Well, parson, you are a Buster, you air. You ginn it us hot, you did.at buster, n.3
1868 Reade & Boucicault Foul Play I 79: Seaton [...] asked him where he had sprung from. ‘Me!’ said Wylie, jocusely, ‘why I hailed from Davy Jones’s locker last.’.at Davy Jones’s locker, n.
1868 Reade & Boucicault Foul Play I 24: This was followed by a quick succession of staggering facers, administered right and left, on the eyes and noses of the subordinates.at facer, n.2
1868 Reade & Boucicault Foul Play I 168: Take warning [...] If you stir your eye to cross my business, I blow the gaff. I’ll introduce you to the lady under your true colours.at blow the gaff (v.) under gaff, n.1
1868 Reade & Boucicault Foul Play III 204: I reckon I’ll deal with you and not with that old cuss; not by a jugful!at by a jugful under jug, n.1
1868 Reade & Boucicault Foul Play III 84: I had him arrested before he had time to melt the notes.at melt, v.
1868 Reade & Boucicault Foul Play lii: I had him arrested before he had time to melt the notes .at melt, v.
1868 Reade & Boucicault Foul Play I 68: She is as beautiful as an angel, and rich enough to slip a fiver into Dick Hexham’s hands.at slip, v.2