How can you say to me, I am a king?

           

            How can you say to me, I am a king?



Harry and Meghan are having a wonderfully human experience as they debate their future.

Immersing the Royals in the world has some dangerous implications. And there are some distressing practical elements too. Coding logs on the Sussex Royal website show that work on their new online presence began in September.

In December, Harry and Meghan trademarked the “Sussex Royal” brand, including 100 items ranging from notepads and socks to counseling services. The Sussexes will most likely be a “luxury brand”, on the levels of Louis Vuitton and Burberry, but they will have to carefully balance their personal lives from a PR respective to maintain that. Andy Barr, retail expert at price tracker website Alertr.co.uk, told Sky News the Sussexes have the potential to “dwarf” the earnings of Prince Charles, whose Duchy brand makes an estimated £100m to £200m a year.

A possible early indicator, the Duchess of Sussex has reportedly signed a voiceover deal with Disney in exchange for a donation to a wildlife charity, according to multiple reports.

Ah, commerce. Maybe it's the Yankee in her. I foresee a partnership--economic and perhaps political-- with Oprah (and maybe the Clooneys.)

Well, let's go back to the more elevated concerns of man."The Crown" has a great moment where the mediocre Charles, fresh from his eye-opening experience in Wales preparing for his investiture as Prince of Wales, returns to Cambridge where he plays Richard the Second in the school play. These are the lines he recites, as King Richard cedes political control of England to the rebellious Henry Bolingbroke:


1 Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs.

2 Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes

3 Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.

4 Let's choose executors and talk of wills.

5 And yet not so, for what can we bequeath

6 Save our deposed bodies to the ground?

7 Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's,

8 And nothing can we call our own but Death

9 And that small model of the barren earth

10 Which serves as paste to cover our bones.

11 For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground

12 And tell sad stories of the death of kings,

13 How some have been deposed, some slain in war,

14 Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed,

15 Some poisoned by their wives, some sleeping killed,

16 All murdered. For within the hollow crown

17 That rounds the mortal temples of a king

18 Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits,

19 Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,

20 Allowing him a breath, a little scene

21 To monarchize, be feared, and kill with looks,

22 Infusing him with self and vain conceit,

23 As if this flesh which walls about our life

24 Were brass impregnable. And humored thus,

25 Comes at the last, and with a little pin

26 Bores through his castle walls, and farewell king.

27 Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood

28 With solemn reverence. Throw away respect,

29 Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty,

30  For you have mistook me all this while:

31 I live with bread like you, feel want,

32 Taste grief, need friends. Subjected thus,

33 How can you say to me, I am a king?