It is the sordid cares of the lowly born that do these things.

You must learn the trick; you must imitate the trademarks of poverty, misery, oppression, insult, and the other several and common inhumanities that sap the manliness out of a man and make him a loyal and proper and approved subject and a satisfaction to his masters, or the very infants will know you for better than your disguise, and we shall go to pieces at the first hut we stop at.

Pray try to walk like this." The king took careful note, and then tried an imitation.
"Pretty fair--pretty fair.

Chin a little lower, please--there, very good.

Eyes too high; pray don't look at the horizon, look at the ground, ten steps in front of you.