1722 S. Centlivre Artifice Act V: A Fig for your Reflections; nothing wou’d go down with your Vanity, but a Lord, forsooth.at fig, a, n.
1722 S. Centlivre Artifice Act II: Ads-budikins, ne’er a Coxcomb in the Kingdom shall plant as much as a Primrose in my Ground.at adsblood! (excl.) under ads, n.
1722 S. Centlivre Artifice Act IV: He keeps a topping House – He has humming March Beer, and deadly strong Cyder.at humming ale, n.
1722 S. Centlivre Artifice Act IV: Where may a Body zee yow some Day to drink a Pot to all our Friends in Gloucestershire?at body, n.
1722 S. Centlivre Artifice Act III: You don’t know the Pains I take with my clodpated Family.at clod-pated, adj.
1722 S. Centlivre Artifice Act III: A Plate, Blockhead! a Plate! did you ever see a Dog brought on a Plate, Clod-hopper?at clodhopper, n.
1722 S. Centlivre Artifice Act III: I Cod, I ha’ found her Fingers slip-slap, this a-way, and that a-way, like a Flail upon a Wheat-sheaf.at cod, n.1
1722 S. Centlivre Artifice Act IV: This is a thorough-pac’d Cuckold-making Dog! – How softly the Villain whispers!at dog, n.2
1722 S. Centlivre Artifice Act III: Now will I be hang’d if here isn’t a Pack of Strollers got into my House.at I’ll be hanged! (excl.) under hang, v.1
1722 S. Centlivre Artifice Act V: tally.: Popery, downright Popery! May the Genius of England defend us – Let me see! What dead folks have we among the Living? There’s [...] An Eunuch – An, an old Maid. wid.: You have hit it, my Lord.at hit it, v.
1722 S. Centlivre Artifice Act IV: I was but a Cuckold in Conceit before! now ev’ry Fool will hang his Hat upon my Horns!at horn, n.1
1722 S. Centlivre Artifice Act III: Life! what is thy Life, Muck-worm, to clean a Room?at muck-worm, n.
1722 S. Centlivre Artifice Act II: Odd, there’s a pretty Penny to be made of these Cuckold-making Dogs, if one could but catch ’em napping.at catch someone napping (v.) under napping, n.
1722 S. Centlivre Artifice Act V: I here dismiss all the Retinue of a formal Lover. Such as Vows, Ogles, Sighs, Drams.at ogle, n.
1722 S. Centlivre Artifice Act III: Ouns, ’tis that beggarly Badge of Quality, Sir, John Freeman!at oons!, excl.
1722 S. Centlivre Artifice Act IV: Where may a Body zee yow some Day to drink a Pot to all our Friends in Gloucestershire?at pot, n.1
1722 S. Centlivre Artifice Act III: This City spoils all Servants: I took a Welsh Runt last spring whose Generation scarce ever knew the Use of Stockings.at runt, n.
1722 S. Centlivre Artifice Act III: Living Things! S’Blead, the Devil would not live wi’ you.at ’sblood!, excl.