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When this old cap was new
'Tis since two hundred years.
When this old cap was new
'Tis since two hundred years.
And it came to pass, when Joseph was come unto his brethren, that
they stript Joseph out of his read more
And it came to pass, when Joseph was come unto his brethren, that
they stript Joseph out of his coat, his coat of many colours that
was on him:
And they took him, and cast him into a pit: and the pit was
empty, there was no water in it.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy,
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Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy,
For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
They were attempting to put on
Raimant from naked bodies won.
They were attempting to put on
Raimant from naked bodies won.
Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,
And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.
Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,
And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.
Not caring, so that sumpter-horse, the back
Be hung with gaudy trappings, in what course
Yea, rags read more
Not caring, so that sumpter-horse, the back
Be hung with gaudy trappings, in what course
Yea, rags most beggarly, they clothe the soul.
And now, my honey love,
Will we return unto thy father's house
And revel it as bravely read more
And now, my honey love,
Will we return unto thy father's house
And revel it as bravely as the best,
With silken coats and caps and golden rings,
With ruffs and cuffs and farthingales and things;
With scarfs and fans and double change of brav'ry,
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knav'ry.
A sweet disorder in the dresse
Kindles in cloathes a wantonnesse.
A sweet disorder in the dresse
Kindles in cloathes a wantonnesse.
(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.
