Feeze

All this time, they were chattering; but at last I thought, by the sound of their voices, that they must be walking away, and I never was in such a feeze in all my life, in case they should be gone before I could get up the wall ; and when I did get up it, sure enough, gone they was!

“Don't git in a feeze, uncle Tib;—you can't help your head, I dare say;[…]”

[Crispin buys a lottery ticket and splashes out in anticipation of winning.] The next morning Violetta [his daughter] was paraded through the streets by a smart clerk in the neighbourhood[…]At the turn of the next street they met Crispin himself, with a visage of alarming length. He was fresh from the office, where they told him he had drawn a—blank!—The smart beau sneaked off in a feeze, Crispin and his goods were sold out by the sheriff[…]

Why what a feeze you air in, to be sure!

[…]though you haue fetched your feaze, yet to looke well ere you leape.

Dabscote no harme receiued by his fall But lightly vp himselfe againe doth rease, Fiue Almains streight they light vpon him all At once: and beare him downe with mightie feas.

This tale being bleated out and heard, this cornuted husband of the sheep's heads fetching a feeze backward (like the Roman ram, to push forward with the more violent and villainous force) ran with all his horniferous strength at the poor fire-felon and stroke his brow-butters full in Prometheus's forehead that the very print remaineth in his front, and doth still in some of his race to this day;

[…]as hee that leapeth forward fetcheth his feeze a great way backe[…]