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(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.
One commending a Tayler for his dexteritie in his profession,
another standing by ratified his opinion, saying tailors had read more
One commending a Tayler for his dexteritie in his profession,
another standing by ratified his opinion, saying tailors had
their business at their fingers' ends.
- William Hazlitt,
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?
'Tis not the robe or garment I affect;
For who would marry with a suit of clothes?
'Tis not the robe or garment I affect;
For who would marry with a suit of clothes?
May Moorland weavers boast Pindaric skill,
And tailors' lays be longer than their bill!
While punctual beaux read more
May Moorland weavers boast Pindaric skill,
And tailors' lays be longer than their bill!
While punctual beaux reward the grateful notes,
And pay for poems--when they pay for coats.
As if thou e'er wert angry
But with thy tailor! and yet that poor shred
Can bring read more
As if thou e'er wert angry
But with thy tailor! and yet that poor shred
Can bring more to the making up of a man,
Than can be hoped from thee; thou art his creature;
And did he not, each morning, new create thee,
Thou'dst stink and be forgotten.
Sister, look ye,
How, by a new creation of my tailor's
I've shook off old mortality.
Sister, look ye,
How, by a new creation of my tailor's
I've shook off old mortality.
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
Th' embroider'd suit at least he deem'd his prey;
That suit an unpaid tailor snatched away.
Th' embroider'd suit at least he deem'd his prey;
That suit an unpaid tailor snatched away.