From Every Man out of his Humour, 1599
Sog. Nay, I will have him, I am resolute for that, by this Parchment Gentlemen, I have ben so toil'd among the Harrots yonder, you will not beleeve, they doe speake i' the straungest language, and give a man the hardest terms for his money, that you ever knew.
Car. But ha' you arms, ha' you arms?
Sog. Yfaith I thanke God I can write myself Gentleman now, Here's my Pattent, it cost me thirtie pounds by this breath.
Punt. A very fair Coat, well Charg'd and full of Armorie.
Sog. Nay it has as much varietie of colours in it, as you have seene a Coat have, how like you the Crest, Sir.
Punt. I understand it not well, what is't?
Sog. Marry Sir, it is your Bore without a head Rampant.
Punt. A Bore without a head, that's very rare.
Car. Aye, and rampant too: troth I commend the Herald's wit, he has deciphered him well: a Swine without a Head, without braine, wit, anything indeed, Ramping to Gentilitie. You can blazon the rest signior? can you not?
Punt. Let the word be. Not without Mustard, your Crest is very rare, sir.
The key phrases in Ben Jonson's lines from Act iii, Scene 1, are "Bore without a head" and "he has deciphered him well: a Swine without a Head". The motto makes fun of Shakspere's "Not Without Right".
"You can blazon the rest signior? can you not?"
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