1659 J. Shirley Honoria and Mammon V i: What do we fight for? – For pay, for pay, my Bull-rooks.at bully-rock (n.) under bully, n.1
1659 J. Shirley Honoria and Mammon II i: We are in a fair way to be ridiculous, what think you? Chiaus’d by a Scholar!at chouse, v.
1659 J. Shirley Honoria and Mammon II i: These Courtiers are another sort of flesh-flies, That haunt our City dames.at flesh-fly (n.) under flesh, n.
1659 J. Shirley Honoria and Mammon III i: Mammon is a Blouze. A deformed Gypsie [...] She paints abominably, ey’d like a Tumbler, Her Nose has all the colours of the Rainbow.at paint, v.
1659 J. Shirley Honoria and Mammon II i: I hate it perfectly, Hang toyes and yellow rubbish that paid for ’em.at rubbish, n.
1659 J. Shirley Honoria and Mammon I i: It wo’n’t be Ten hundred thousand pistols to a stiver.at stiver, n.
1659 J. Shirley Honoria and Mammon III i: You do command in chief o’re Cuckolds sconce Or Haven, to which all the Tups strike saile, And bow in homage to your Soveraigne Antlers.at tup, n.1