"'Tis not a condition that can be set aside, once it is thine." He slouches forward, hands clasped between his knees, and looks down at the floor. "I may toss my crown to the floor, say The king is but a man and this man is Hal of London, but Hal of London will still have led England's armies and that crown will still have held King Henry's thoughts both high and low."

He glances sideways to Viola and smiles a tight little smile. "Didst thou prefer me with no title?"