1843 W.L. Rede Our Village I ii: The poor old stupe – that is – kicked the bucket.at kick the bucket, v.
1843 W.L. Rede Our Village I i: I do say that my lord’s marrying that proud Frenchified madam [...] was a burning shame.at burning, adj.
1843 W.L. Rede Our Village II ii: If he don’t die an admiral, I’m a grampus. – Give us your left flipper!at flipper, n.1
1843 W.L. Rede Our Village II ii: It’s hard lines, isn’t it, to save a man with one hand, and shackle him with the other of ’em.at hard lines, n.
1843 W.L. Rede Our Village II ii: What sort of lubbers are they here at Portsmouth, that you ain’t got a husband yet?at lubber, n.
1843 W.L. Rede Our Village II ii: One of the mounseers, a poor deaf and dumb chap that had his tongue taken out by the Algerine pirates, turned out to be an old pal of Bill Bowyer’s.at mounseer, n.
1843 W.L. Rede Our Village I ii: Get out, you thread-paper! I won’t believe my lord’s nephy’s what you make him out!at nevvy, n.
1843 W.L. Rede Our Village I i: So if you’re for cutting of capers, / Odds hang it, ma’am, cut ’em with me!at ods, n.
1843 W.L. Rede Our Village II ii: The idea of sailing without her brought salt water aboard my ogles.at ogle, n.
1843 W.L. Rede Our Village III v: Will you have a glass of grop, a dram, or a sneaker of punch.at sneaker, n.1
1843 W.L. Rede Our Village I ii: Horsewhip me! That’s a man’s job, spindleshanks.at spindleshanks, n.
1843 W.L. Rede Our Village III iv: Here, missus! don’t stand for the shiners, Poll, there’s plenty more in the locker.at stand for (v.) under stand, v.2
1843 W.L. Rede Our Village II ii: Well, duty afore pleasure, though I could have wished it wisey warcy.at vicey-versey, adv.