1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs I iii: There is John Coachman, and Kingston, as drunk as two Bears. [Ibid.] II i: Here he is, drunk as a Piper.at drunk as (a)..., adj.
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs I ii: Sir Harry, we’ll have a noble Batch—I have such Wine for you!at batch, n.1
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs I iii: Ye drunken Bears, why don’t one of you go to the Door.at bear, n.
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs I iii: [Dramatis Personae. kingston, a Black] lov.: What Blackey, Blackey. (Pulls him by the Nose.) kingst.: Oh! oh!—What now! Curse you! Oh!—Cot tam you.at blackie (n.) under black, adj.
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs I ii: Take care what you say; his Grace is a Bruiser.at bruiser, n.
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs I ii: A Buck of the first Head; I’ll tell you a secret, he’s going to be married [...] and I intend to cuckold him.at buck, n.1
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs II i: I’ll do his business for him, when his Honour comes to Town.at do someone’s business (v.) under business, n.
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs I iii: [Scene, The Servant’s Hall] (Kingston and Coachman, drunk and sleepy) kingst.: Somebody knocks—Coachy go—go to the Door, Coachy.at coachy, n.
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs I iii: [Scene, The Servant’s Hall] Here is Cooky coming.at cookee, n.
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs I ii: Crab was beat hollow, Careless threw his rider.at hollow, adv.
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs I iii: Freeman is a stingy Hound [...] He dines here three Times a Week, and I never saw the Colour of his Money yet.at hound, n.
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs I ii: phil: Remember, Burgundy is the Word. sir har.: Right — Long Corks! ha, Phil?at long cork (n.) under long, adj.
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs II i: You have just nick’d them in the very Minute.at nick, v.1
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs I ii: Odso, here is Mr. Freeman, my Master’s intimate Friend; he is a dry one.at odso! (excl.) under ods, n.
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs II i: The wrinkled lean Miser bows down to his Pelf.at pelf, n.
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs I ii: Sir Har. I picked up fifteen Pieces. Duke. Pshaw! a Trifle!at piece, n.
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs II i: I am really hoarse; but—Hem—I must clear up my Pipes.at clear one’s pipes (v.) under pipes, n.1
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs I iii: kit.: This is a strange Head of Hair [...] It is so coarse, and carrotty. lov.: All my Brothers and Sisters be red in the Poll.at poll, n.1
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs II i: Pox take it, face it out.at pox take —! (excl.) under pox, n.1
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs II i: He has had a Smack of every sort of Wine, from humble Port to Imperial Tokay.at smack, n.1
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs II i: He is one of your sneaking half-bred Fellows, that prefers his Master’s Interest to his own.at sneak, v.
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs II i: phi.: He’s a queer Son of a —. kit.: Oh, I know him; he’s one of your sneaking half-bred Fellows.at sonofabitch, n.
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs I ii: Now for a Cast of my Office—A Starch Phiz, a canting Phrase, and as many Lies as necessary—Hem!at starched, adj.
1759 J. Townley High Life Below Stairs II i: What Minuet? — Let me see — Play Marshal Thingumbob’s Minuet.at thingumabob, n.