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Madam Fickle choose

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[UK] D’Urfey Madam Fickle V ii: Ah Lord! ’tis my Father – and drunk as a Wheel-barrow.
at drunk as (a)..., adj.
[UK] D’Urfey Madam Fickle V i: Banter him, banter him Toby. ’Tis a conceited old Scarab, and will yield us excellent sport – go play upon him a little.
at banter, v.
[UK] D’Urfey Madam Fickle V iii: Assure yourself no such Fate attends us Brothers of the Bottle.
at brother (of the)..., n.
[UK] D’Urfey Madam Fickle V i: Now will this damn’d bulking Quean be too witty for me [...] Uds hash! I’ll ee’n proceed to the Business, and say nothing.
at bulk, v.
[UK] in D’Urfey Madam Fickle II i: Not a Bully Rock of ’em all can come near thee for Gallantry.
at bully-rock (n.) under bully, n.1
[UK] D’Urfey Madam Fickle V ii: Howl! by Coxnowns you’ll howl too, if you stay longer.
at cock, n.1
[UK] D’Urfey Madam Fickle I i: You shall drink Bumpers out of your Custard [sic] – Cap you Rogue.
at costard, n.
[UK] D’Urfey Madam Fickle I i: Old Hock! what a Dickens is that?
at what the dickens...?, phr.
[UK] D’Urfey Madam Fickle I i: Hang pinching – Harry thou shalt have her.
at hang, v.1
[UK] D’Urfey Madam Fickle V ii: By the Lord Harry I’ll kiss thee for this.
at by the Lord Harry! (excl.) under Lord Harry, n.
[UK] D’Urfey Madam Fickle I i: Sir! the Truth is, my Brothers a little off oth’ Hooks; but ’twill quickly away – ’Tis only the overflows of Wit.
at off the hook(s) under hook, n.1
[UK] D’Urfey Madam Fickle V iii: Hang’d! A man of parts! An honest Nightwalker hang’d!
at night walker, n.
[UK] D’Urfey Madam Fickle II i: The best way of picking up Wenches is to speak Bawdy to ’em.
at pick up, v.
[UK] D’Urfey Madam Fickle I i: Dam him he has no Money now, not a souse.
at not a sou (n.) under sou, n.
[UK] D’Urfey Madam Fickle II i: bella: Where shall we meet at night? maul: At Lambs with the Fidles and a Talboy.
at tall boy (n.) under tall, adj.
[UK] D’Urfey Madam Fickle V ii: The Constable, and a Regiment of Beggars, [...] just coming up the streete, uds diggers up you go, if they catch ye.
at ud, n.
[UK] D’Urfey Madam Fickle I i: Sirra, walk you yonder in the (what d’e call ’ems) the Piazzas and if Flaile my Man come, direct him hither.
at whatd’youcallhim, n.
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