![[UK]](/static/img/flags/uk.png "United Kingdom")
Old Law (1656) III i: What a spites this, that a man cannot perswade his wife to dye in any time with her good will, I have another bespoke already, though a piece of old beefe will serve to breakfast, yet a man would be glad of a Chicken to supper. Old Law (1656) III i: What a spites this, that a man cannot perswade his wife to dye in any time with her good will, I have another bespoke already, though a piece of old beefe will serve to breakfast, yet a man would be glad of a Chicken to supper. Old Law (1656) III i: cook.: I must a wooing. but.: Ile buy me a new dagger, and overtake you. bay.: So we must all, for he that goes a wooing to a Widdow without a Weapon will never get her. Old Law (1656) IV i: The Sages never drunk better Grape. Old Law (1656) III i: Ime old you say Yes parlous old Kidds and you mark me well, This Beard cannot get Children, you lank suckeggs, Unlesse such Weezels come from Court to help us We will get our owne brattes. Old Law (1656) IV i: What an old peece of flesh of fifty nine eleven months and upwards, she must needs be flieblown. Old Law (1656) III ii: My three court codlings that look parboil’d, As if they came from Cupid’s scalding-house. Old Law (1656) V i: The nimble fencer this, that made me tear And traverse ’bout the chamber?