Consider the ludicrous absurdity in the 21st century of a man in his 70s wearig silly getups with a crown and insisting that people call him “your magesty” or “highness”.
“Well you can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just ‘cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!”
And our figurehead is not what she seems
—Sex Pistols, God Save the Queen
“I am your King.”
“Well I didn’t vote for you!”
“’e must be the King. He’s the only one
who doesn’t have s—t all over ‘im.”
—Monty Python and Holy Grail
“I say, your majesty.” said the Groom of the Stool. “May I rise? I do believe you have come.”
Dabbing corners of mouth with royal Kleenex
Charles, looking down: “Rather. Arise ... Sir Mick.”
“Oh! Your majesty.”