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 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. 
 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. 
 It takes nine tailors to make a man.
 [Fr., Il faut neuf tailleurs pour faire un homme.]  
 It takes nine tailors to make a man.
 [Fr., Il faut neuf tailleurs pour faire un homme.] 
 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? 
 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. 
 (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. 
 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. 
 Get me some French tailor
 To new-create you.  
 Get me some French tailor
 To new-create you.