c.1620 Fletcher Women Pleased II iii: No lesse sport serve ye, Then the Heire to a Dukedom? play at push-pin there Sir?at play at push-pin (v.) under play (at)..., v.
c.1620 Fletcher Women Pleased IV iii: My valiant boy; do not look so fiercely on me, Thou wilt fright me with thy face; come busse againe Chick, Smile in my face you mad thing.at chick, n.1
c.1620 Fletcher Women Pleased I ii: isabella: ’Twill stir a Saint, and I am but a woman, And by that tenure may— lopez: By no meanes Chicken, You know I love ye.at chicken, n.
c.1620 Fletcher Women Pleased II vi: Pay him o’th pate, clout him for all his curtesies.at clout, v.1
c.1620 Fletcher Women Pleased III iv: What a Devill is this? ty’d to her finger too? A string, a damned string to give intelligence?at what the devil...?, phr.
c.1620 Fletcher Women Pleased II vi: Be not long a fumbling, When danger shall appear, I’ll give the ‘larme’.at fumble, v.
c.1620 Fletcher Women Pleased II vi: The hobnaile thy husband’s as fitly out o’ th way now.at hobnail, n.
c.1620 Fletcher Women Pleased III ii: What can he do, he cannot suck an egg off But his back’s loose ith’ hilts.at loose in the hilt(s) (adj.) under loose, adj.
c.1620 Fletcher Women Pleased III iv: And once I would have sworn I had taken her napping.at catch someone napping (v.) under napping, n.
c.1620 Fletcher Women Pleased II vi: There is no pittying of ye, od’s precious, Mistris.at ods precious! (excl.) under ods, n.
c.1620 Fletcher Women Pleased III iv: ’Twere better far you had lost your paire of pibbles [sic], Then she the least adornment of that sweetnesse.at pebble, n.
c.1620 Fletcher Women Pleased I ii: You gave it me in water [...] it was so hearty I shall turne pissing Conduit shortly.at pissing, adj.
c.1620 Fletcher Women Pleased I i: ’Tis true she is a right good Princes, and a just one.at right, adv.
c.1620 Fletcher Women Pleased IV iii: My valiant boy; do not look so fiercely on me, Thou wilt fright me with thy face; come busse againe Chick, Smile in my face you mad thing.at thing, n.
c.1620 Fletcher Women Pleased II vi: penurio: He loves not any thing but what is traffique: I have heard him sweare he would sell ye to the grand Signior. isabella: The Turk. penurio: The very Turke, and how they would use ye —.at turk, n.1
c.1620 Fletcher Women Pleased II vi: I have strength, and I can strain ye sirrah, And vault into my seat as nimbly, little one, As any of your smooth-chinn’d boys in Florence I must needs commit a little folly with ye, I’ll not be long, a brideling cast, and away wench.at vault, v.