See, here is my jewelled collar and the cap with the ostrich plume--the badge of the Prince of Wales.

Yes, put them on, put them on.

Marry, I could think it was my very self, but a short inch the taller.
"Now, see, I take your cap instead; and now I am Paul, and you must bid me follow you and attend you in your journey through the forest.

See, we will be fugitives, flying from the wicked Duke of York, who would fain grasp at the king's power, but my mother will not let him." For a moment the child's eyes flashed, and his clenched hands and heaving breast showed that the spirit of Margaret of Anjou lived again in her child; but pulling himself up short with a laugh, the little prince added with a deferential bow, resuming his character of subject, "But I crave your pardon, sweet prince, if I lose control of myself in the thought of your wrongs.

Lead on, noble lord, and I follow.