Henry V suddenly sees the error of his ways, advocates Brexit, and offers Falstaff a job I know thee well, old man. You’re in my prayers. How well white hairs become you fools and jesters! Come: join my think-tank. Everyone who scares The pants off normal people—child-molesters, Lager-louts, geocentrists, Protocols Adherents, those who’ve never read a book Save Atlas Shrugged, or think the Dead Sea Scrolls Are NASA fakes; each psychopathic crook You can imagine—I want on my team. The Brexit team. Don’t talk to me of France! France is for frogs. Though it was once my dream, I’ve now…