A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scarecrows. I 'll not march through Coventry with them, that's flat: nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the half-shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like an herald's coat without sleeves.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 2.

  They stript Joseph out of his coat, his coat of many colours.

Old Testament: Genesis xxxvii. 23.