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Strange nevves from Bartholomew-Fair, or, the wandring-whore discovered her cabinet unlockt, her secrets laid open, vnvailed, and spread abroad in Whore and Bacon-lane, Duck-street and the garrison of Pye-corner choose

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[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 5: Bess. We sustained by his losse 5 pound advantage [...] besides silk Gowns, Smock petty-Coats and White-Aprons.
at white apron (n.) under apron, n.
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes title: Her Cabinet Unlock’d [...] With the exact manner of conveighing St Jameses Bawbyes to St Bartholemews-Fair.
at baubee, n.
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 3: Peg. Here boys, here’s the best Pig’s head in the Fair [...] pure Mutton, and the best buttock bief in England .
at beef, n.1
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 5: Bess. A young Bump coming late to Bacon-lane, full of Coale, my pretty Mob Nell with a wink of an eye drew him into my Garrison.
at bump, n.4
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 3: Wand. Wh—. I have [...] pickt up many a Dick, and gull’d many a Cully of his Nab, tipt his bung, and sent his Callee to Egypt.
at bung-nipper (n.) under bung, n.1
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 4: Mol. They come in with their fowl Pipes, and I like an able Doctress clean them with a P—. I cleane the stem and also burn the bowle.
at burn, v.
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 5: Bess. His Quids were vanisht [he was] forc’d to leave his Callee for the reckoning.
at calle, n.
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 2: Moll. I am destitute of any thing but the P — and the praise [...] I want the half-Crowns, though neglect of a Chuck-Office. Bette. Would I had thought of that before, I might then have borow’d Jack-a-Newberry’s six Wind-mills, they being hung out at my dore would have brough custom enough.
at chuck-office (n.) under chuck, v.2
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 3: Wand. Wh—. For when the Cole is gone, the simple Elf / Is not the owner of it, but my self.
at cole, n.
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 3: Wand. Wh—. [I] receive the Spanish Rogue into my French quarters, where he turn’d the Pig so long till one of his best members was lost in the dripping pan, yet the Jack-weights are secure and hang fast still.
at dripping pan, n.
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 3: Wandring-W—. I spread my shrouds, unveil my Cabinet [...] and open the pure Linen Curtains that hang before my chief Fortress.
at fort, n.
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 3: Wand. Wh—. [I] receive the Spanish Rogue into my French quarters, where he turn’d the Pig so long till one of his best members was lost in the dripping pan, yet the Jack-weights are secure and hang fast still.
at French, adj.
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 3: Wand. Wh—. [I] receive the Spanish Rogue into my French quarters, where he turn’d the Pig so long till one of his best members was lost in the dripping pan, yet the Jack-weights are secure and hang fast still.
at jack weight (n.) under jack, n.1
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 2: Peg. I meet with merry Hectors [...] they give me Pye-corner Law and Pye-corner Pay, and I am contented to the life.
at life, n.
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 3: Wand. Wh—. I [...] spread my imperfect Limbs [...] claping my hand on my market-place, and saying, here’s your Ware boys, which invitation with a wink, a smile and a chuck under the Chin, brings in the bonny Lads.
at marketplace, n.
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 5: Wand. Wh— . Though my husband be a mere Mopus to a man of mettle, yet my Gusmond is a man able to defend me.
at mopus, n.
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 2: Bette. They may be as well brass’d as any Mortar-piece that was in St Jameses Fair .
at mortar-piece (n.) under mortar, n.
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 3: Peg. Here boys, here’s the best Pig’s head in the Fair [...] pure Mutton, and the best buttock bief in England .
at mutton, n.
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 3: Wand. Wh—. I have [...] pickt up many a Dick, and gull’d many a Cully of his Nab, tipt his bung, and sent his Callee to Egypt.
at nab, n.1
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes title: Also the mad flights [...] used by the Wandring-Whore, her Bawds, Mobs, Panders, Pads and Trulls for the drawing of young Hectors.
at pad, n.1
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 2: Peg. I meet with merry Hectors [...] they give me Pye-corner Law and Pye-corner Pay, and I am contented to the life.
at pie, n.
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 4: Mol. They come in with their fowl Pipes, and I like an able Doctress clean them with a P—. I cleane the stem and also burn the bowle.
at pipe, n.1
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 1: Bette. [...] Our tumbling exceeds their recreation as far as Gold doth the evcuation of a young Gentlewoman’s back Salliport.
at sally-port, n.
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 5: Bess. We two so smoakt him [...] that by drinking, sporting and kissing the fool lost his purse, but how he knew not [...] his Quids were vanisht.
at quid, n.
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 5: Bess. We two so smoakt him [...] that by drinking, sporting and kissing the fool lost his purse, but how he knew not.
at smoke, v.1
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 2: Peg. Marry, I meet with merry Hectors, and trade with none but such as come on nobly, fall on neatly and retreat gallantly.
at trade, v.
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes title: Also the mad flights [...] used by the Wandring-Whore, her Bawds, Mobs, Panders, Pads and Trulls for the drawing of young Hectors.
at trull, n.
[UK] ‘Peter Aretine’ Strange Newes 3: Wand. Wh—. I [...] spread my imperfect Limbs [...] claping my hand on my market-place, and saying, here’s your Ware boys, which invitation with a wink, a smile and a chuck under the Chin, brings in the bonny Lads.
at ware, n.
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