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 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. 
 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. 
 Yes, if they would thank their maker,
 And seek no further, but they have new creators,
  God read more 
 Yes, if they would thank their maker,
 And seek no further, but they have new creators,
  God tailor and god mercer. 
 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? 
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
 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. 
 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. 
 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.