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The Scornful Lady choose

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[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady dramatis personae: Abigail Younglove, waiting-woman to the Lady.
at abigail, n.1
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady IV ii: Get thee another nose; that will be pull’d Off by the angry boys.
at angry boy, n.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady IV i: I’ll see him hang’d first: he’s a beastly fellow.
at beastly, adj.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady V iii: yo. lo.: You are resolved to cant, then? where, Savil, Shall your scene lie? sav.: Beggars must be no choosers; In every place, I take it, but the stocks.
at cant, v.1
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady III i: These women are a proud kind of cattle.
at cattle, n.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady IV i: Nay, nay, I do beseech you, leave your cogging.
at cog, v.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady IV i: Let him alone; he’s crack’d.
at cracked, adj.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady III ii: He had a bastard, his own toward issue, Whippe’d and then cropp’d.
at crap, v.1
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady II i: There are madams [...] theres tradinge pupill.
at trading dame, n.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady V i: Would I had been a carter, or a coachman! I had done the deed e’re this time.
at do the deed (of darkness) (v.) under deed, n.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady II i: It is notable stinging gear indeed.
at gear, n.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady III ii: You old he-goat, you dried ape, you lame stallion, Must you be leaping in my house? your Whores, like Fairies dance their night-rounds, without fear.
at goat, n.1
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady IV i: And thy dry bones can reach at nothing now, But gords [sic] or nine-pins.
at gourd, n.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady IV i: Old men i’ the house, of fifty, call me grannam.
at grannam, n.2
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady I ii: Your brother’s house is big enough; and, to say truth, h’as too much land, – hang it, dirt!
at hang it (all)! (excl.) under hang, v.1
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady II ii: y. love: Have you any mind to a wench? [...] e. love: When I feel that itching, You shall assuage it, sir, before another.
at itch, n.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady III ii: y.love: Will you jog on, sir? more: Yes, I will go.
at jog, v.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady III i: If you keep this quarter, and maintain about you Such Knights o’ the Sun as this is, to defy Men of employment to you, you may live; But in what fame?
at knight of the..., n.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady III ii: You old he-goat, you dried ape, you lame stallion, Must you be leaping in my house? your whores, Like fairies dance their night-rounds, without fear.
at leap, v.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady I i: Why, I’ll purse; if that raise me not, I’ll bet at bowling-alleys, or man whores: I would fain live by others.
at man, v.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady II iii: Steward, you are an ass, a measled mongrel.
at mongrel, n.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady I ii: In this word ‘necessary’ is concluded all that he helps to man; woman was made the first, and therefore here the chiefest.
at necessary, n.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady II iii: Like a type of Thames-street, stinking of pitch and poor-John.
at poor john (n.) under poor, adj.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady III ii: A primitive pox in his bonesswearing, cheating, / So many heauy curses, plagues and poxes.
at pox, n.1
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady I i: Why, I’ll purse; if that raise me not, I’ll bet at bowling-alleys.
at purse, v.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady III i: I am a woman, and a rib.
at rib, n.1
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady I i: What a skinful of lust is this!
at skinful, n.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady II iii: Two roaring boys of Rome, that made all split.
at make all split (v.) under split, v.
[UK] Beaumont & Fletcher Scornful Lady III ii: You old he-goat, you dried ape, you lame stallion, Must you be leaping in my house? your whores, Like fairies dance their night-rounds, without fear.
at stallion, n.
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