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Epilogue Spoken by Heccate and Three Witches 31: Be damn’d you Whore! did fierce Mechanick cry, And most unlike a true bred Gentleman, Drunk as a Bitch he left me there in Pawn.at drunk as (a)..., adj.
Epilogue Spoken by Heccate and Three Witches 31: Be damn’d you Whore! did fierce Mechanick cry, And most unlike a true bred Gentleman, Drunk as a Bitch he left me there in Pawn. Empress of Morocco Act II: For he, and that same Jackadandy Emperour, came here for Ale and Brandy.at jack-a-dandy, n.
Empress of Morocco Act I: We shall have Coleworts, Beans and Bacon [...] Of humming Ale a lusty barrel.at humming ale, n.
Epilogue Spoken by Heccate and Three Witches 35: Bank-side Maulkin thrice hath mew’d, no matter If puss of t’other house will scratch, have at her.at Bankside lady, n.
Empress of Morocco Prologue: Then hungry jilt that rails at Play, ’Cause Cully will not bite to day, And’s eager grown for want of prey.at bite, v.
Empress of Morocco Act III: Sweet blouz you make us all look sadly, To see you still take on thus madly.at blowse, n.
Empress of Morocco Act II: Then he began to stare and goggle Like skittish Jade about to boggle.at boggle, v.
Epilogue Spoken by Heccate and Three Witches 34: But of all the brisk bawdes ’tis M--- for me [...] She can serve from the Lord, to the Squire and Clown, From a Guinny she’ll fit ye to half a Crown.at brisk, adj.
Empress of Morocco Act III: Jove in disguise has been a Sculker On Earth, to find him out a Bulker.at bulker, n.1
Epilogue Spoken by Heccate and Three Witches 31: I was with Templer lock’d from Night till Noon, My case he opene’d thrice and once Actions he entered three and one.at case, n.2
Empress of Morocco Act II: To feast my Chops with Mutton.at chops, n.1
Empress of Morocco Act III: Thus Orange looks new rub’d with piss-clout, Or scullions face besmear’d with Dish-clout.at clout, n.1
Epilogue Spoken by Heccate and Three Witches 30: What, you have been at Hot-Cockles I see, Beldames! how dare you traffick thus, and not call me?at play at hot cockles (v.) under cockles, n.
Empress of Morocco Act I: If this be more than meerly Cogging, Let’s talk no more but straight be jogging.at cog, v.
Epilogue Spoken by Heccate and Three Witches 33: A health , a health to Mother C--- [...] She puts off rotten new rig’d vessel.at Mother Cornelius’ tub, n.
Epilogue Spoken by Heccate and Three Witches 42: Have we not seen, O whorson Rogue John Dory [...] Catch’d ten times o’re with old new dress’d Story.at John Dory, n.
Epilogue Spoken by Heccate and Three Witches 33: Here’s six go-downs of humming Stygian Liquor.at go-down, n.
Empress of Morocco Prologue: As when some dogrel-monger raises Up Muse, to flatter Doxies praises. [Ibid.] Act III: Doxie! Doxie! O thou hast a tender thing!at doxy, n.
Epilogue Spoken by Heccate and Three Witches 31: I pick’d Shop-keeper up, and went to th’ Sun. He Houncht ... and Houncht ... and Houncht; And when h’ had done, Pay me quoth I, Be damn’d you Whore! did fierce Mechanick cry.at fierce, adj.
Empress of Morocco Act II: Hamet they have drunk all the fuddle.at fuddle, n.
Empress of Morocco Act I: Fye, Fye, Fustilugs, be not yellow For he is but a dungy Fellow.at fustilugs, n.
Epilogue Spoken by Heccate and Three Witches 35: Bank-side Maulkin thrice hath mew’d, no matter If puss of t’other house will scratch, have at her.at have, v.
Epilogue Spoken by Heccate and Three Witches 32: A running Nag I’le thee lend.at running horse, n.
Epilogue Spoken by Heccate and Three Witches 31: I pick’d Shop-keeper up, and went to th’ Sun. He Houncht ... and Houncht ... and Houncht; And when h’ had done, Pay me quoth I.at hump, v.1
Empress of Morocco Act I: If this be more than meerly Cogging, Let’s talk no more but straight be jogging.at jog, v.
Epilogue Spoken by Heccate and Three Witches 31: Where’s Mack’rel back and Jilting Sue.at mackerel, n.
Epilogue Spoken by Heccate and Three Witches 35: Bank-side Maulkin thrice hath mew’d, no matter If puss of t’other house will scratch, have at her.at malkin, n.
Epilogue Spoken by Heccate and Three Witches 31: Be damn’d you Whore! did fierce Mechanick cry, And most unlike a true bred Gentleman, Drunk as a Bitch he left me there in Pawn.at mechanic, n.
Empress of Morocco Act I: He’ll be so cross, who can abide him If we a Sheeps-head don’t provide him? He is such an errant Mutton-monger.at mutton-monger, n.2
Epilogue Spoken by Heccate and Three Witches 41: As stroling Punk did once in Somers progress.at strolling mort, n.
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