Be a bad colour.
Ces. The old Roman law
To all the ugly women used to assign
The fortunes of the handsome, thinking those
Sufficiently endow’d with their good looks.
Laz. Ah! and there Laura lives, the lass who said
She’d sell her house and buy a coach withal;
And when they ask’d her, where she’d live, quoth she,
‘Why in my coach!’ ‘But when night comes,’ say they,
‘Where then?’—‘Why in the coach-house to be sure!’[2]