New. 'Tis so; this fellow
In's company confirms me. 'Tis the very business,
Why Plotwell has sent for us.
Bright. Here they come:
Prythee, let's stand and overhear 'em.
New. Stand close, then.
SCENE V.
Enter Warehouse, Bannswright.
Ware. Madam Aurelia is her name?
Ban. Her father
Was, sir, an Irish baron, that undid
Himself by housekeeping.
Ware. As for her birth,
I could wish it were meaner: as many knights
And justices of peace as have been of
The family are reckoned into the portion.
She'll still be naming of her ancestors,
Ask jointure by the herald's book, and I,
That have no coat, nor can show azure lions
In fields of argent, shall be scorn'd; she'll think
Her honour wrong'd to match a man that hath
No 'scutcheons but them of his company,
Which once a year do serve to trim a lighter
To Westminster and back again.
Ban. You are mistaken, sir. This lady, as she is
Descended of a great house, so she hath
No dowry but her arms: she can bring only
Some libbards'[249] heads or strange beasts which, you know,
Being but beasts, let them derive themselves
From monsters in the globe, and lineally
Proceed from Hercules' labours, they will never
Advance her to a husband equal to
Herself in birth, that can give beasts too. She
Aims only to match one that can maintain
Her some way to her state. She is possess'd,
What streams of gold you flow in, sir.
Ware. But can she
Affect my age?