1691 J. Wilson Belphegor V iii: A more cowardly rogue I never saw. He hung on arse more than a bear going to a stake.at hang an arse under arse, n.
1691 J. Wilson Belphegor III ii: ser.: Thieves, thieves! [...] The street door, my lord, is open. mon.: Nay, then, the bird is flown.at bird, n.1
1691 J. Wilson Belphegor IV iii: Thou hadst the world before thee; every lap was thy chapel of ease.at chapel of ease (n.) under chapel, n.
1691 J. Wilson Belphegor IV iii: My boy — an arrant crack-rope, father’s own son.at crack-rope (n.) under crack, v.2
1691 J. Wilson Belphegor 47: My Boy—An arrant Crack-rope; Fathers own Son.at crack-rope (n.) under crack, v.2
1691 J. Wilson Belphegor II i: Country! — A thing of chance [...] Your mother might have dropped ye anywhere!.at drop, v.5
1691 J. Wilson Belphegor IV ii: Thou shalt supply my place – all petticoats are sisters in the dark.at petticoat, n.
1691 J. Wilson Belphegor I i: min.: Not a skip-kennel but gives you three tricks for one. cris.: And for their masters.at skip-kennel (n.) under skip, v.
1691 J. Wilson Belphegor IV iii: As if women knew not what a smock-face meant! They take him for one of themselves, only that nature mistook him in the coinage.at smockface, n.