1715 S. Centlivre Gotham Election I i: Come, for once, serve yourself and your Country, old Boy.at old boy, n.
1715 S. Centlivre Gotham Election I i: His Lady is a what d’ye call it – a High-flyer.at what-d’you-call-it, n.
1715 S. Centlivre Gotham Election I i: I’ll murder you, you dirty, draggle-tail’d Slut.at draggle-tailed, adj.
1715 S. Centlivre Gotham Election I i: His Lady is a what d’ye call it – a High-flyer, – and nothing so great as our Parson’s Wife and she.at high-flyer, n.
1715 S. Centlivre Gotham Election I i: He be not a plaguey High Boy, I’m mistaken.at high boy (n.) under high, adj.1
1715 S. Centlivre Gotham Election I i: We wou’d have had the Mayor made his Mittimus, and zend him to a Gaol.at mittimus, n.
1715 S. Centlivre Gotham Election I i: He is none of your occasional Cattle; none of your hellish pantile Crew.at pantile, adj.
1715 S. Centlivre Gotham Election I i: With all my Heart; hang Petticoat Government I zay.at petticoat government (n.) under petticoat, n.
1715 S. Centlivre Gotham Election I i: Here’s your Godson, Sir, a fine thumping Boy.at thumping, adj.
1715 S. Centlivre Gotham Election I i: Our Town has an Aversion for the Family of the Tickups; it is a Name very much hated, I assure you, an I might advise you, I’d change it into Ready Cash, ha, ha.at tick, v.1