If you will favor me, my Lord-- I've here some charming novelties. My clients Are good enough to trust my taste: I guide them. The neck-cloths first. A languid violet; A serious brown. Bandannas are much worn. I note with pleasure that your Highness knows The delicate art of building up a stock. Here's a check pattern makes an elegant knot. How does this waistcoat strike your Lordship's fancy, Down which meander wreaths of blossoms? THE DUKE. Hideous! THE TAILOR. Will these, I wonder, leave your Highness cold? Here's doeskin. Here a genuine Scottish tweed. Bottle-green riding-coat with narrow cuffs; Extremely gentlemanly. Here's a waistcoat: Six-buttoned. Three left open. Very tasty. Now, what about this blue frock-coat? We've rubbed The newness off artistically. Worn With salt and pepper trousers, what a picture! We'll throw aside this heavy yellow stuff-- Can Hamlet wear the clumsy clouts of Falstaff?-- We'll pass to mantles, Prince. A splendid plaid, Demi-collar with simili-sleeves behind. Eccentric? Granted.--This, called the _Roulière_: Sober, a large, Hidalgo-like effect; The very thing to woo a Doña Sol in. Excellent workmanship; a silver chain; the collar Of finest sable; made in our own workshops; Simple, but what a cut! The cut is everything. MARIA LOUISA. The Duke is weary of your chatter. THE DUKE. No. He sets me dreaming. I'm not used to it. For when my tailor from Vienna comes I never hear these bright, descriptive words; And so this wealth of curious adjectives And all that seems to you mere vulgar chatter, Has moved me--stirred me. Let him be, dear mother. MARIA LOUISA. [_Going to the fitter._] We'll look at ours. Shoulder of mutton sleeves? THE FITTER. Always. THE TAILOR. [_Displaying a pattern._] This cloth is called Marengo. THE DUKE. What? Marengo? THE TAILOR. Yes; it wears uncommon well. THE DUKE. So I should think. Marengo lasts forever. THE TAILOR. Your Highness orders--? THE DUKE. I have need of nothing. THE TAILOR. One always needs a perfect-fitting coat. THE DUKE. I might invent-- THE TAILOR.. To suit your personal taste? O client, soar to fancy's wildest heights! Speak! We will follow! That's our special line; Why, we are Monsieur Théophile Gautier's tailors. THE DUKE. Let's see-- THE FITTER. A Panama with muslin trimmings-- That's not the sort of hat for everybody. THE DUKE. Could you make-- THE TAILOR. Anything. THE DUKE. A-- THE TAILOR. What you choose! THE DUKE. A coat? THE TAILOR. Assuredly. THE DUKE. Of broadcloth. Yes But now the texture? Simple? THE TAILOR. Certainly. THE DUKE.