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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(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.
Great is the Tailor, but not the greatest.
Great is the Tailor, but not the greatest.
'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.
'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.
All his reverend wit
Lies in his wardrobe.
All his reverend wit
Lies in his wardrobe.
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.]
Get me some French tailor
To new-create you.
Get me some French tailor
To new-create you.
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.
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.
