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Love’s Cure, or, The Martial Maid choose

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[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Love’s Cure II i: For never was there such an Anatomy as we shall make thee then.
at anatomy, n.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Love’s Cure II ii: By this Hand, I’ll bang your Brother for this, when I get him alone.
at bang, v.1
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Love’s Cure IV iii: You hang up them that are far less Delinquents, A simple Shop-keeper’s carted for a Bawd.
at cart, v.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Love’s Cure II i: Mary Catzo Signior Alguazier d’ye not know us?
at catso!, excl.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Love’s Cure III i: My House of Office is maintain’d in the Garden.
at Garden, the, n.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Love’s Cure II i: Nay we are all Signiors here in Spain, from the Jakes-farmer to the Grandee.
at jakes-farmer (n.) under jakes, n.1
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Love’s Cure II i: Thou Mungril [...] are not you he that was whipt out of Toledo for Perjury?
at mongrel, n.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Love’s Cure II ii: What should you do in the Kitchin? [...] Don Lucio? Don Quotquean, Don Spinster, wear a petticoat still.
at Mr, n.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Love’s Cure I ii: Why my young Master or Mistress, Madam or Don, or what you will, what have you to do with [...] pricking on a Clout all Day? You have a better Needle, I know, and might make better Work, if you had the grace to use it.
at needle, n.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Love’s Cure V iii: And for my own part, I could have discharged it: my Pistol is no ordinary Pistol, it has two ramming Bullets; but thought I, why should I shoot my two bullets into my old Lady?
at pistol, n.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Love’s Cure II ii: If any foolish Hot Motions should chance to rise in the Horizon, Under your Equinoctial there, qualifie it as well as You can, for I fear the Elevation of your Pole will Not agree with the Horoscope of her Constitution.
at pole, n.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Love’s Cure III iii: He was here [...] but I ratled him; I told him here was no Companions For such debauch’d, and poor-condition’d Fellows.
at rattle, v.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Love’s Cure IV iii: A simple Shopkeeper’s carted for a Bawd, For lodging, though unwittingly, a Smock-gamester.
at smock, n.1
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Love’s Cure I ii: Why, I but taught her a Spanish trick in charity.
at Spanish trick (n.) under Spanish, adj.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Love’s Cure II i: Are not you he that [...] skulk’d till the Fleet was gone and then earn’d your Ryal a-day by squiring Punks and Punklings up and down the City?
at squire, v.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Love’s Cure I i: All arm’d, advanc’d within shot of their Walls, From whence the Musquetiers plaid thick upon him.
at thick, adv.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Love’s Cure II ii: Remember, Mistress, Nature hath given you a Sheath only, to signifie Women are to put up Men’s Weapons.
at weapon, n.1
[UK] R. Fletcher Martial 68: Wouldst thou be wimbled gratis when thou art A wrinkled wretch deformed in every part?
at wimble, v.
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