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(ascribed) Tragedy of Locrine in Doubtful Plays (1869) 164: By my troth, mistress Nicebice. How fine you can nick-name me ! I think you were brought up in the University of Bridewell.at academy, n.
(ascribed) Tragedy of Locrine in Doubtful Plays (1869) 164: By my troth, mistress Nicebice. How fine you can nick-name me ! I think you were brought up in the University of Bridewell. Lamentable Tragedie of Locrine II ii: The can stands full of nappie ale.at nappy (ale), n.
Lamentable Tragedie of Locrine III iv: Why then, goodman cods-head, if you will haue none of me, farewell.at cod’s head, n.
Lamentable Tragedie of Locrine III iv: If you be so plaine mistresse drigle dragle, fare you well.at draggle-tail, n.
Lamentable Tragedie of Locrine II ii: Will you stomacke seure you, by gogs blew hood and halidom, I will haue about with you.at gog, n.
Lamentable Tragedie of Locrine III iv: I but heare you goodman Oliuer?at good man (n.) under good, adj.1
Lamentable Tragedie of Locrine [title]: Locrine, the eldest sonne of King Brutus, discoursing the warres of the Britaines, and Hunnes. [Ibid.] II v: Thou base borne Hunne, how durst thou be so bold.at Hun, n.
Lamentable Tragedie of Locrine II iii: How now, my captain and the cobbler so hard at it? Sirs what is your quarrel.at at it under it, n.1
Lamentable Tragedie of Locrine III iv: You master sausebox, lobcock, cockscomb, you slopsauce, lickfingers, will you not heare?at lobcock, n.
Lamentable Tragedie of Locrine III iv: Mistresse nicebice, how fine you can nickname me, I think you were brought up in the vniuersity of bridewell.at Miss, n.
Lamentable Tragedie of Locrine III iv: O codpeece, thou hast done thy maister, this it is to bemedling with warme plackets.at placket, n.
Lamentable Tragedie of Locrine II v: Nor wreake I of thy threats thou princox boy.at princock, n.
Lamentable Tragedie of Locrine IV iii: How haue you scaped hanging this long time? yfaith I haue scapt many a scouring this yeare.at scouring, n.
Lamentable Tragedie of Locrine IV iii: I carried her valiently to the bed [...] flung my selfe vpon her, and there I delighted her so with the sport I made.at sport, n.
Lamentable Tragedie of Locrine II ii: Here good fellow take it at my command, Vnlesse you meane to be stretcht.at stretch, v.
Lamentable Tragedie of Locrine IV iii: I trembled fearing she would set her ten commandments in my face.at ten commandments (n.) under ten, adj.
Lamentable Tragedie of Locrine III iv: What reason had you when my sister was in the barne to tumble her vpon the haie, and to fish her belly.at tumble, v.1
Lamentable Tragedie of Locrine III iv: Mistresse nicebice, how fine you can nickname me, I think you were brought up in the vniuersity of bridewell.at university, n.
Lamentable Tragedie of Locrine I iii: Saist thou so sweet wench, let me lick thy toes.at wench, n.
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