But I am over tedious, I confess, and whilst I stand gaping after fine clothes, there is another great allurement, (in the world’s eye at least) which had like to have stolen out of sight, and that is money, veniunt a dote sagittae, money makes the match; [5040][Greek: Monon arguron blepousin]: ’tis like sauce to their meat, cum carne condimentum, a good dowry with a wife. Many men if they do hear but of a great portion, a rich heir, are more mad than if they had all the beauteous ornaments, and those good parts art and nature can afford, they [5041]care not for honesty, bringing up, birth, beauty, person, but for money.
[5042] “Canes et equos (o Cyrne) quaerimus
Nobiles,
et a bona progenie;
Malam
vero uxorem, malique patris filiam
Ducere
non curat vir bonus,
Modo
ei magnam dotem afferat,”
“Our
dogs and horses still from the best breed
We
carefully seek, and well may they speed:
But
for our wives, so they prove wealthy,
Fair
or foul, we care not what they be.”
If she be rich, then she is fair, fine, absolute and perfect, then they burn like fire, they love her dearly, like pig and pie, and are ready to hang themselves if they may not have her. Nothing so familiar in these days, as for a young man to marry an old wife, as they say, for a piece of gold; asinum auro onustum; and though she be an old crone, and have never a tooth in her head, neither good conditions, nor a good face, a natural fool, but only rich, she shall have twenty young gallants to be suitors in an instant. As she said in Suetonius, non me, sed mea ambiunt, ’tis not for her sake, but for her lands or money; and an excellent match it were (as he added) if she were away. So on the other side, many a young lovely maid will cast away herself upon an old, doting, decrepit dizzard,


