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.

What a fine man
Hath your tailor made you!

What a fine man
Hath your tailor made you!

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.

(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.

'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.

'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.

(Cloten:) Thou villain base,
Know'st me not by my clothes?
(Guiderius:) No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
read more

(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?

All his reverend wit
Lies in his wardrobe.

All his reverend wit
Lies in his wardrobe.