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?
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Get me some French tailor
To new-create you.
Get me some French tailor
To new-create you.
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
Great is the Tailor, but not the greatest.
Great is the Tailor, but not the greatest.
All his reverend wit
Lies in his wardrobe.
All his reverend wit
Lies in his wardrobe.
(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.
'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?
King Stephen was a worthy peere,
His breeches cost him but a crowne;
He held them sixpence read more
King Stephen was a worthy peere,
His breeches cost him but a crowne;
He held them sixpence all too deere,
Therefore he call'd the taylor lowne.
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.
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.
