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Psyche Debauch’d 74: King Andrew and his Queen at Hey-gammer-Cook in a Grotto of Innocence.at play hey gammer cook (v.) under play (at)..., v.
Psyche Debauch’d 74: King Andrew and his Queen at Hey-gammer-Cook in a Grotto of Innocence. Psyche Debauch’d Act I: Now if that you’l walk in to close up all, We’l have a most Serene and clear Rank Ball.at ballum rancum, n.
Psyche Debauch’d III ii: The Quean looks shy on’t, will she bob?at bob, v.2
Psyche Debauch’d I 400: Go somewhere else, and make your greazy puns, I love no butter’d Fish, nor butter’d buns.at buttered bun, n.1
Psyche Debauch’d I 19: No Covent-Garden Tricks are practis’d here.at Covent Garden, adj.
Psyche Debauch’d IV iii: The Proverb’s on my side, Fools have Fortune, and Cracks have luck.at crack, n.3
Psyche Debauch’d
III iii: Oh the tumbling, and rumbling there was then, ... But now like an old crack’d Groat, whose stamp’s worn out, none will take me, they say I am not current.at cracked groat (n.) under cracked, adj.
Psyche Debauch’d III i: When love thus storms a Fort, and enters by force, he plunders freely, and imposes what conditions he will; but when he comes sneaking, and creeping like a Boy after a Butterfly, Ten to one but she flies off, and he falls into the next Ditch; for where love is in motion, like Water thrown on the ground, ’twill fall into the first hollow place it finds.at ditch, n.
Psyche Debauch’d Epilogue: She-Weavers [with their] lawless Engines, . . . That like dark Lanthorns lurk in little Room, And manage twenty Shuttles with one Loom.at engine, n.
Psyche Debauch’d III iii: Because you made the first discovery, you thought the Natives would truck with no other ... you only touch’d upon the Coast, he has sail’d up the River, discovered the In-land, -planted a Colony, and settl’d the Trade of Furs.at fur, n.
Psyche Debauch’d III i: The delicat’st bit of Man’s meat that e’er lips weer laid to, or legs laid over.at lay the leg (v.) under lay, v.1
Psyche Debauch’d III i: The delicat’st bit of Man’s meat that e’er lips weer laid to, or legs laid over.at meat, n.
Psyche Debauch’d Act V: I zay cham not guilty, Prince Nick draw’d me in like a young Wench to a Nunnery.at nunnery, n.
Psyche Debauch’d I 89: Not a Prince in the street, but was so loving He’d a kissed your Elbow to bake in your Oven.at oven, n.
Psyche Debauch’d IV ii: Save your Princes, still whining after your Pinbox, are there no more Maids but Maukin?at pin box (n.) under pin, n.
Psyche Debauch’d IV ii: An insolent audacious hectoring Pugg.at pug, n.3
Psyche Debauch’d IV iii: Oh my dear Prince, why wouldst thou fly hence, and let thy loving Romp be stripp’d from all her Pomp.at ramp, n.1
Psyche Debauch’d IV iii: When I have supp’d with Margaret Trantum, / With goodly thing you may play Rantum.at play at rantum-scantum (v.) under rantum scantum, n.
Psyche Debauch’d Act I: Adzboars Prince Nick, chain yours. If None-zo-vair zay do’t, chill buss thy root.at root, n.1
Psyche Debauch’d Epilogue: She fears no snarling Fops, though ev’ry foot, Like eager Lovers they will put her to’t, Still hunting close, and snatching at her Scut.at scut, n.1
Psyche Debauch’d II iii: Poor strolling Cracks and Wastcoteers.at waistcoateer, n.
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