Aym. I vow and affirme, your Taylor must needs be an expert [20] Geometrician, he has the Longitude, Latitude, Altitude, Profundity, euery Demension of your body, so exquisitely, here’s a lace layd as directly, as if truth were a Taylor.
Page. That were a miracle. [25]
Lila. With a haire breadth’s errour, ther’s a shoulder piece cut, and the base of a pickadille in puncto.
Aym. You are right, Mounsieur his vestaments fit: as if they grew vpon him, or art had wrought ’em on the same loome, as nature fram’d his Lordship as if your Taylor were [30] deepely read in Astrology, and had taken measure of your honourable body, with a Iacobs staffe, an Ephimerides.
Tayl. I am bound t’ee Gentlemen.
Page. You are deceiu’d, they’ll be bound to you, you must [35] remember to trust ’em none.
Nou. Nay, fayth, thou art a reasonable neat Artificer, giue the diuell his due.
Page. I, if hee would but cut the coate according to the cloth still. [40]
Nou. I now want onely my misters approbation, who is indeed, the most polite punctuall Queene of dressing in all Burgundy. Pah, and makes all other young Ladies appeare, as if they came from boord last weeke out of the country, Is’t not true, Liladam? [45]
Lila. True my Lord, as if any thing your Lordship could say, could be othewrise