Green’s Dictionary of Slang
W. Davenant Wits V ii: Th’ old blade Skulks there like a tame filcher.at blade, n.
W. Davenant Wits I i: Deny’d to pledge Thy cockatrice’s health.at cockatrice, n.
W. Davenant Wits V ii: Th’ old blade Skulks there like a tame filcher, as he had Ne’er stol’n ’bove eggs from market-women.at filcher, n.
W. Davenant Wits I i: Can the daughters of Brabant Talk thus when Younker-gheck leads ’em to a stove?at geck, n.
W. Davenant Wits I i: Luce, thou art drunk; far gone in almond-milk.at gone, adj.1
W. Davenant Wits V i: We ladies of the town, or court, Have not such waxen hearts, that ev’ry beam From a hot lover’s eye can melt them through Our breasts!at hot, adj.
W. Davenant Wits IV ii: Jog off!at jog, v.
W. Davenant Wits V ii: Come, sir, Out with that sage noddle that has contriv’d So cunningly for me.at noddle, n.
W. Davenant Wits II i: ’Slight, see how she stands!at ’slight!, excl.
W. Davenant Wits II i: Thou shalt find what silly snipes These witty gentlemen shall prove, and in their own confession too, or I’ll cry flounders else.at snipe, n.1
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