piecemeal

It’s as bad as selling a man a horse with half a dozen latent vices and watching him discover them piecemeal in the course of the hunting season.

Stoop villaine, ſtoop, ſtoope for ſo he bids,

That may commaund thee peecemeale to be torne,

Or ſcattered like the lofty Cedar trees.

Strooke with the voice of thundring Iupiter.