‘Shucks, Tom,’ I says, ‘I think you might tell a person. What’s a bar sinister?’
‘Oh, I don’t know. But he’s got to have it. All the nobility does.’"
Sogliardo: […] by this Parchment Gentlemen, I have ben so toil’d among the Harrots [Heralds] yonder, you will not belieeve, they doe speake the straungest language, and give a man the hardest termes for his money, that ever you knew.
Carlo: But ha’ you armes? Ha’ you armes?
Sogliardo: Yfaith, I thanke God I can write myself Gentleman now, here’s my Pattent, it cost me thirtie pound by this breath.
Ben Jonson, Every Man Out of His Humour (1599)