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Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
Yes, if they would thank their maker,
And seek no further, but they have new creators,
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Yes, if they would thank their maker,
And seek no further, but they have new creators,
God tailor and god mercer.
All his reverend wit
Lies in his wardrobe.
All his reverend wit
Lies in his wardrobe.
(Cornwall:) Thou art a strange fellow. A tailor make a man?
(Kent:) A tailor, sir. A stonecutter or a read more
(Cornwall:) Thou art a strange fellow. A tailor make a man?
(Kent:) A tailor, sir. A stonecutter or a painter could not
have made him ill, though they had been but two years o' th'
trade.
Get me some French tailor
To new-create you.
Get me some French tailor
To new-create you.
(Cloten:) Thou villain base,
Know'st me not by my clothes?
(Guiderius:) No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
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(Cloten:) Thou villain base,
Know'st me not by my clothes?
(Guiderius:) No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
Who is thy grandfather. He made those clothes,
Which, as it seems, make thee.
A tailor, though a man of upright dealing,--
True but for lying,--honest but for stealing,--
Did fall read more
A tailor, though a man of upright dealing,--
True but for lying,--honest but for stealing,--
Did fall one day extremely sick by chance
And on the sudden was in wondrous trance.
Thy gown? Why, ay--come, tailor, let us see't.
O mercy, God, what masquing stuff is there?
What's read more
Thy gown? Why, ay--come, tailor, let us see't.
O mercy, God, what masquing stuff is there?
What's this, a sleeve? 'Tis like a demi-cannon.
What, up and down carved like an apple tart?
Here's snip and nip and cut and slish and slash,
Like to a censer in a barber's shop.
Why, what's a devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?
'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.
'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.