1:30:01
The gown. Come, tailor, let us see't.
1:30:18
O mercy, God! What mummer's stuff is here?
1:30:21
What's this? A sleeve? 'Ris like a demi-cannon.
What, up and down, carv'd like an apple tart?
1:30:26
Why, what the devil's name, tailor,
call'st thou this?
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You bid me make it orderly and well,
According to the fashion and the time.
1:30:32
O monstrous arrogance!
Thou liest, thou thread, thou thimble,
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Thou yard, three-quarters, thou liest.
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Thou half-yard, quarter, inch,
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter-cricket thou!
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Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant,
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Or I shall so bemete thee with thy yard
As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st.
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Well, come, my Kate,
we must unto your father's
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Even in these honest mean habiliments.
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Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor,
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich,
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And as the sun
breaks through the darkest clouds,
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So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
1:31:30
What, is the jay more precious than the lark
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
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Or is the adder better than the eel
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
1:31:39
O no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture and mean array.
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If thou account'st it shame, blame it on me.
1:31:50
Grumio!
1:31:52
Say thou wilt see the tailor paid.