1635 H. Glapthorne The Lady Mother I i: He was by trade a taylor, sir, and is the tenth part of the bumbast that goes to the setting forth of a man.at ninth part of a man, n.
1635 H. Glapthorne Lady Mother II i: You tooke up a Spitt [...] and broacht one of the wenches out [...] Oh, sir, you made such a hole in her backside.at backside, n.
1635 H. Glapthorne Lady Mother V ii: I will goe to, and there be a wench to be got for love or money, rath[er] then plot murder: ’tis the sweeter sinn; besides, theres no danger of ones cragg.at crag, n.
1635 H. Glapthorne Lady Mother I i: lowell: The totall some of my blest deity Is the magazine of Nature’s treasury [F&H].at nature’s treasury (n.) under nature, n.
1635 H. Glapthorne Lady Mother I i: Her Belly a soft Cushion where no sinner But her true love must dare stick a pin in her.at pin, n.
1635 H. Glapthorne Lady Mother II i: I look like a shotten herring now for’t. Jone’s as good as my lady in the darke wee me. I have no more Roe than a goose in me.at roe, n.
1635 H. Glapthorne Lady Mother II i: mus.: Daunce? Yes, sir we can shake our legs or soe. suc.: So said so don, brave ladd; come letts have a daunce.at shake a leg (v.) under shake, v.
1635 H. Glapthorne Lady Mother II i: Come, stir your shanks nimbly.at stir one’s stumps (v.) under stir, v.