Bring me the livery of no other man.
I am my own to robe me at my pleasure.
Accepted rules to me disclose no treasure:
What is the chief who shall my garments plan?
No garb conventional but I 'll attack it.
(Come, why not don my spangled jacket?)
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Bring me the livery of no other man. I am my own to robe me at my pleasure. to rob me at my own pleasure. tony