More like Henry VI.
Or Richard III.
The Obastard fouls honor and loyalty.
But our troops; our few, our happy few, our band of brothers; will show honor and loyalty on St. Crispin’s Day. Henry V’s greatest speech.
Or Edward II. Deposed by his wife (Isabella?) and killed by having a red-hot poker thrust up his poop-chute because he preferred the company of his male butt-buddy.
Now that’s what I call a rough settlement: She got the goldmine, he really got the shaft. He was as feckless as our boy-king.
Ouch, owie, OK I get it! Stop Chewie! You know it was always
you, aye aye aye. The pain! The pain. Whooooooahhhhhhhhhhh