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[UK] Skelton Dyvers Balettys and Dyties Solacyous ii 15: Wyth bound and rebound, bounsyngly take up Hys jentyll curtoyl, and set nowght by small naggys.
at bounce, v.1
[UK] Skelton Dyvers Balettys and Dyties Solacyous ii line 31: He bresyth theyr braynpannys and makyth them to swell.
at brainpan (n.) under brain, n.1
[UK] Skelton Mannerly Margery Mylk and Ale line 16: What, wolde ye frompill me now! Fy, fy! What, and ye shal be my piggesnye? Be Crist, ye shall not!
at Christ!, excl.
[UK] Skelton Dyvers Balettys and Dyties Solacyous ii line 41: Play fayre-play, madame, and loke ye play clene, Or ells with gret shame your game wylbe sene.
at clean, adv.
[UK] Skelton Mannerly Margery Mylk and Ale line 11: I am no hackney for your rode.
at hackney, n.
[UK] Skelton Dyvers Balettys and Dyties Solacyous I i: ‘My darlyng, my daysy floure, Let me’ quod he, ‘ly in your lap.’.
at lap, n.1
[UK] Skelton Dyvers Balettys and Dyties Solacyous ii line 21: He rydyth well the horse, but he rydyth better the mare.
at mare, n.1
[UK] Skelton Mannerly Margery Mylk and Ale line 16: What, wolde ye frompill me now! Fy, fy! ‘What, and ye shal be my piggesnye?’ Be Crist, ye shall not!
at pigsnyes, n.
[UK] Skelton Dyvers Balettys and Dyties Solacyous ii line 21: He rydyth well the horse, but he rydyth better the mare.
at ride, v.
[UK] Skelton Mannerly Margery Mylk and Ale line 11: I am no hackney for your rode.
at ride, n.
[UK] Skelton Dyvers Balettys and Dyties Solacyous ii line 27: Thys grevyth your husband, that right jentyll knyght.
at right, adv.
[UK] Skelton Mannerly Margery Mylk and Ale line 5: Tully, valy, strawe, let be I say!
at tilly-vally, n.
[UK] Skelton Dyvers Balettys and Dyties Solacyous ii 26: It is perlous for a horseman to dyg in the trenche.
at trench, n.1
[UK] Skelton Bowge of Courte line 392: Fye on this dyce, they be not worth a turde!
at not worth a turd, phr.
[UK] Skelton Bowge of Courte line 95: ‘Pece,’ quod Desyre, ‘ye speke not worth a bene!’.
at not worth a bean (adj.) under bean, n.1
[UK] Skelton Bowge of Courte line 346: And on the borde he whyrld a payre of bones.
at bones, n.1
[UK] Skelton Bowge of Courte line 477: I have a stoppynge oyster in my poke.
at choking oyster, n.
[UK] Skelton Bowge of Courte line 369: ‘What, reuell route!’ quod he, and gan to rayle How ofte he hadde hit Ienet on the tayle. Of Felyce fetewse and liytell prety Cate, How ofte he knocked at her klycked [sic] gate.
at clicket, v.
[UK] Skelton Bowge of Courte line 287: He frowned as he wolde swere by Cockes blode.
at cock, n.1
[UK] Skelton Bowge of Courte line 168: And, yf nede be, a bolde worde I dare cracke.
at crack, v.1
[UK] Skelton Bowge of Courte line 346: And on the borde he whyrld a payre of bones, ‘Quater treye dews’ he clatered as he wente.
at deuce, n.1
[UK] Skelton Bowge of Courte line 208: But I wonder what the devyll of helle He sayde of me, whan he with you dyde talke.
at what the devil...?, phr.
[UK] Skelton Bowge of Courte line 388: What the devyll, man, myrth was never one!
at what the devil!, excl.
[UK] Skelton Bowge of Courte line 72: She sayde she trowed that I had eten sause; She asked yf ever I dranke of saucys cuppe.
at drink of sauce’s cup (v.) under drink, v.
[UK] Skelton Bowge of Courte line 354: His gowne so shorte that it ne cover myghte His rumpe [...] His elbow bare, he ware his gere so nye.
at gear, n.
[UK] Skelton Bowge of Courte line 369: ‘What, reuell route!’ quod he, and gan to rayle How ofte he hadde hit Ienet on the tayle. Of Felyce fetewse and liytell prety Cate, How ofte he knocked at her klycked [sic] gate.
at kate, n.
[UK] Skelton Bowge of Courte line 407: Had I as good an hors as she is a mare [...] Who rydeth on her, he nedeth not to care, For she is trussed for to breke a launce.
at lance, n.
[UK] Skelton Bowge of Courte line 509: Lyghte lyme-fynger, he toke none other wage.
at lime-twig, n.
[UK] Skelton Bowge of Courte line 400: Now renne muste I to the stewys syde To wete yf Malkyn, my lemman, have gete oughte. I lete her to hyre that men maye on her ryde [...] She hath gote more money with her tayle Than hath some shyppe that into Bordews sayle.
at malkin, n.
[UK] Skelton Bowge of Courte line 388: What the devyll, man, myrth was never one!
at man, n.
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