_When we enter’d the Ken, we loapt up the Dancers, and Fagotted all there_, c. when we got into the House, we whipt up Stairs and Bound all the People there. _Wheatgear_, a Bird smaller than a Dottrel, choice _Peck_. _Whether-go-ye_, a Wife. _Whet_, a Draught or Sup to encourage the Appetite. _Whet-stones-park_, a Lane betwixt Holborn and Lincolns-Inn-fields, fam’d for a Nest of Wenches, now de-park’d. _Whids_, c. Words. _Whiddle_, c. to tell, or discover. He Whiddles, c. he Peaches. _He Whiddles the whole Scrap_, c. he discovers all he knows. _The Cull has Whiddled, because we wou’dn’t tip him a Snack_, c. the Dog has discover’d, because we didn’t give him a share. _They Whiddle beef, and we must Brush_, c. they cry out Thieves, we are Pursued, and must Fly. _Whiddler_, c. a Peacher (or rather Impeacher) of his Gang. _Whiggs_, the Republicans or Common-wealths-men, under the Name of Patriots, and Lovers of Property; originally the Field-conventiclers in the West of _Scotland_. _Whiggish_, Factious, Seditious, Restless, Uneasy. _Whig-land_, Scotland. _Whip-shire_, Yorkshire. _Whipster_, a sharp, or subtil Fellow. _Whip off_, c. to Steal, to Drink cleaverly, to Snatch, and to run away. _Whipt through the Lungs_, run through the Body with a Sword. _Whipt in at the Glaze_, c. got in at the Window. _Whim_, a Maggot. _Whimsical_, Maggotish. _Whimper_, a low, or small Cry. _What a Whimpering you keep?_ _Whindle_, a low or feigned Crying. _Whineth_, see _Otter_. _To Whine_, to cry squeekingly, as at Conventicles. _Whinyard_, a Sword. _Whipper-snapper_, a very small but sprightly Boy. _Whip-Jacks_, c. the tenth Order of the Canting Crew; Counterfeit Mariners Begging with false Passes, pretending Shipwrecks, great Losses at Sea, _&c._ narrow escapes; telling dismal Stories, having learnt _Tar-terms_ on purpose, but are meer Cheats. _Whirlegigs_, Testicles. _Whisk_, a little inconsiderable, impertinent Fellow. _Whisker_, a great Lie. _Whiskins_, c. shallow, brown Bowls to Drink out of. _Whistle_, a derisory Term for the Throat. _Wet your Whistle_, to Liquor your Throat. _Whit_, c. Newgate. _As five Rum-padders, are Rub’d in the Dark man’s out of the Whit, and are pik’d in to the Deuseaville_, c. five Highway-men in the Night broke Newgate, and are gone into the Countrey. _White-liver’d_, Cowardly; also Pale Visag’d. _White-wool_, c. Silver. _White-chappel-portion_, two torn Smocks, and what Nature gave. _Whow-ball_, a Milk-maid. _Whur_, the rising or fluttering of Partridge or Pheasant. _Wicket_, c. a Casement, also a little Door. _As toute through the Wicket, and see where a Cully pikes with his Gentry-mort, whose Munns are the Rummest I ever touted before_ c. look through the Casement and see where the Man walks with a Gentlewoman, whose Face is the fairest I have ever seen. _Wicher-Cully_, c. a Silver-smith. _Wide_, when the Biass of the Bowl holds not enough.