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Three Lords and Three Ladies of London C 5: The silly Asse can not fed on harder forage than vsurie.at ass, n.
Three Lords and Three Ladies of London C 5: The silly Asse can not fed on harder forage than vsurie. Three Lords and Three Ladies of London C: What a brag boy is this to comparison with a man, but boy [...] I will lay six Ballades to six ierkes at your buttocks, that you shall not sing so well as I.at brag, n.1
Three Lords and Three Ladies of London D 3: I think this blindfold buzzardly hedge-wench spoke to ye.at buzzard, n.
Three Lords and Three Ladies of London B 4: Because ye have two chaps, an upper chap and a nether chap.at chops, n.1
Three Lords and Three Ladies of London C 2: Coads gaffer wer not you a meal-man once and dwelt with Lady Conscience?at cod, n.1
Three Lords and Three Ladies of London C 1: I warrant, heer’s two crackropes knew him.at crack-rope (n.) under crack, v.2
Three Lords and Three Ladies of London J3: The French canker consume ye, you were an old Frenchman.at French, adj.
Three Lords and Three Ladies of London F3: The olde French disease take him.at French disease (n.) under French, adj.
Three Lords and Three Ladies of London J 3: Now Ile haue my ten shillings in spite of your guts.at gut, n.
Three Lords and Three Ladies of London D 3: I think this blindfold buzzardly hedge-wench spoke to ye.at hedge-whore (n.) under hedge, adj.
Three Lords and Three Ladies of London C 5: Now happie may we call this meris day my mates, Wherein we meet.at mate, n.
Three Lords and Three Ladies of London J 2: But, mum, no words of it.at mum!, excl.
Three Lords and Three Ladies of London D3: Hark ye, you woman, if you’ll go to the alehouse, Ile bestow two pots on ye, and we’ll get a paire of Cardes and some company, and winne twenty pots more.at pot, n.1
Three Lords and Three Ladies of London D: And you are Mast. Fraud too, a pox on your worship.at pox on —! (excl.) under pox, n.1
Three Lords and Three Ladies of London B 1: Wel Wil, stil you’ll be a saucie Scab.at scab, n.1
Three Lords and Three Ladies of London D4: I went a begging from you til the bedles snapt me up, now I am free.at snap, v.
Three Lords and Three Ladies of London D1: Yonder’s my stal, but beware I loose nothing, for if I do, Ile lay it straight to some of you; for I saw none so like theeues.at straight, adv.
Three Lords and Three Ladies of London H3: What’s here my boy, what’s here? pleasure, this suit is sure to you, for it’s mad stuffe, and I know not what it meanes.at stuff, n.
Three Lords and Three Ladies of London J 3: My lords, I beseech ye that at Tyborne he may totter.at Tyburn, n.
Three Lords and Three Ladies of London J 4: Now now, haue I beaten his lips? haue I warm’d his nose?.at warm, v.
Three Lords and Three Ladies of London D 1: Let us be whisht and we shall heare.at whisht!, excl.
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