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Tunbridge Walks, or, The Yeomen of Kent choose

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[UK] T. Baker Tunbridge Walks III i: Thou art a rude Beast, and ’tis pity any thing that’s Humans should Couple with thee.
at beast, n.
[UK] T. Baker Tunbridge Walks III i: Well, don’t rumble a body then, and I will go.
at body, n.
[UK] T. Baker Tunbridge Walks V i: Jenny Trapes — What that Carrotpated Jade.
at carrot-pated (adj.) under carrot, n.
[UK] T. Baker Tunbridge Walks III i: I’me a Courtier, and Courtiers Smoke Gunpowder, for they are all Flash.
at flash, adj.
[UK] T. Baker Tunbridge Walks Prologue: You soft Sirs [...] hate French Bullets worse than French Disease.
at French disease (n.) under French, adj.
[UK] T. Baker Tunbridge Walks IV i: To see a Tun o’ Grease, with a broad fiery Face, and a little black Cap, waddle after a Bowl.
at tun of grease, n.
[UK] T. Baker Tunbridge Walks V: I heard of a fine Town-Lady, who Painted her Face with that variety, she was pick’d up by a Purblind Lord, Six Nights together for a fresh Mistress.
at lady about town (n.) under lady, n.
[UK] T. Baker Tunbridge Walks III i: We meet together at my Chambers, There’s Beau Simper, Beau Rabbitsface, Beau Eithersex, [...] we [...] play with Fans, and mimick the Women, Skream, hold up your Tails, make Curses, and call one another Madam—.
at madam, n.
[UK] T. Baker Tunbridge Walks dramatis personae: Maiden, A Nice-Fellow, that values himself upon all Effeminancies. [Ibid.] I i: maiden: You have a fine daughter to dispose of here; I design to make some Overtures. woodc.: You — Thou Effeminate Coxcombe, Dost though think she’ll like one of her own Sex. [Ibid.] II i: Enter Mr. Maiden with Musick [...] (While the Song’s Performing, Maiden uses a Fan, a Pocket Lookinglass, &c.) [...] See, Nymphs, a Swain more soft than you: We Patch, and we Paint, [...] We play with a Fan, / We Squeak, and we Skream, / We’re Women, meer Women i’ th’ end. [...] hill: But pray Mr. Maiden, How d’you employ your self for want of an Office in London? maiden: Why, Madam, I never keep Company with lewd Rakes that go to nasty Taverns, talk Smuttily, and get Fuddl’d, but Visit the Ladies, and Drink Tea, and Chocolate. [...] I love mightily to go abroad in Women’s Clothes.
at Mr Maiden (n.) under Mr, n.
[UK] T. Baker Tunbridge Walks II i: Ev’ry pert Prig with a Patch, and a Cropt-Head o’ Hair, pretends to be a Red-Coat forsooth.
at prig, n.1
[UK] T. Baker Tunbridge Walks III i: Dam Rotgut Rhenish, we’ll have Mrs. Motion’s health in a Bumper of Barcelona.
at rotgut, adj.
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