Pet. Thy gown? why, ay: come, tailor, let us see't.
O mercy, [God!] what masquing stuff is here?
[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, [i' devil's name, tailor,] call'st thou this?
Hor. I see she's like [to have] neither cap nor gown. [[Aside.]
Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well,
According to the fashion [and] the time.