Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 15 (ang, hunc, fleire, shillings, chil, sblood…). Matches are highlighted.
with him in a trice; Here, there, and every where, as the Cat is with the mice: True vetus Iniquitas. Lackest thou Cards, friend, or Dice? I will teach thee cheat, Child, to cog, lie, and swagger, And ever and anon, to be drawing forth thy dagger: To swear by Gogs-nownes, Like a lusty Inventus, In a cloak to thy heel, and a hat
to thy heel, and a hat Like a penthouse. Thy breeches of three fingers, and thy doublet all belly, With a Wench that shall feed thee, with cock-stones and jelly. Child of hell, this is nothing! I will fetch thee a leap From the top of Paul's -steeple, to the Standard in Cheap: And led thee a dance, through the streets without
the Wool sack. Nay boy, I will bring thee to the Bawds, and the Roisters, At Belins gate, feasting with claret-wine, and oysters, From thence shoot the Bridge, child, to the Cranes i'the Vintry, And see, there the gimblets, how they make their entry! Or, if thou hadst rather, to the Strand down to all, against the Lawyers come
Lawyers come dabbled from Westminsterhall And mark how they cling, with their clients together, Like Ivy to Oak; so Velvet to Leather: Would, boy, I would show thee. Child of hell, be thou merry: Put a look on, as round, boy, and read as a cherry. Cast care at thy posterns; and firk i'thy fetters, They are ornaments, Baby, have graced
does salute thee, And least the coldyron should chance to confute thee, He hath sent thee, grant-paroll by me to stay longer A month here on earth, against cold Child, or hunger Mount, darling of darkness, my shoulders are broad: He that caries the fiend, is sure of his load. The Devil was wont to carry away the evil; But, now,
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What is he, calls upon me, and would seem to lack a Vice Ere his words be half spoken, I am with him in a trice; Here, there, and every where, as the Cat is with the mice: True vetus Iniquitas. Lackest thou Cards, friend, or Dice? I will teach thee cheat, Child, to cog, lie, and swagger, And ever and anon, to be drawing forth thy dagger: To swear by Gogs-nownes, Like a lusty Inventus, In a cloak to thy heel, and a hat Like a penthouse. Thy breeches of three fingers, and thy doublet all belly, With a Wench that shall feed thee, with cock-stones and jelly. Child of hell, this is nothing! I will fetch thee a leap From the top of Paul's -steeple, to the Standard in Cheap: And led thee a dance, through the streets without fail, Like a needle of Spain, with a thread at my tail. We will survey the Suburbs, and make forth our sallies, Down Petticoat-lane, and up the Smock-allies, To Shoreditch, Whitechapel, and so to Saint Kathernes. To drink with the Dutch there, and take forth their patterns: From thence, we will put in at Customhouse key there, And see, how the Factors, and Prentices play there, False with their Master's; and geld many a full pack, To spend it in pies, at the Dagger, and the Wool sack. Nay boy, I will bring thee to the Bawds, and the Roisters, At Belins gate, feasting with claret-wine, and oysters, From thence shoot the Bridge, child, to the Cranes i'the Vintry, And see, there the gimblets, how they make their entry! Or, if thou hadst rather, to the Strand down to all, against the Lawyers come dabbled from Westminsterhall And mark how they cling, with their clients together, Like Ivy to Oak; so Velvet to Leather: Would, boy, I would show thee. Child of hell, be thou merry: Put a look on, as round, boy, and read as a cherry. Cast care at thy posterns; and firk i'thy fetters, They are ornaments, Baby, have graced thy betters: Look upon me, and Harken. Our Chief does salute thee, And least the coldyron should chance to confute thee, He hath sent thee, grant-paroll by me to stay longer A month here on earth, against cold Child, or hunger Mount, darling of darkness, my shoulders are broad: He that caries the fiend, is sure of his load. The Devil was wont to carry away the evil; But, now, the Evil out-carries the Devil. Oh me!