But Edward's name survive, though Edward dies. _Leices._ My lord, why waste you thus the time away? They stay your answer: will you yield your crown? _K. Edw._ Ah, Leicester, weigh how hardly I can brook To lose my crown and kingdom without cause; To give ambitious Mortimer my right, That, like a mountain, overwhelms my bliss; In which extreme my mind here murder'd is! But that the heavens appoint I must obey.-- Here, take my crown; the life of Edward too: [_Taking off the crown._ Two kings in England cannot reign at once. But stay a while: let me be king till night, That I may gaze upon this glittering crown; So shall my eyes receive their last content, My head, the latest honour due to it, And jointly both yield up their wished right. Continue ever, thou celestial sun; Let never silent night possess this clime; Stand still, you watches of the element; All times and seasons, rest you at a stay, That Edward may be still fair England's king! But day's bright beams doth vanish fast away, And needs I must resign my wished crown. Inhuman creatures, nurs'd with tiger's milk, Why gape you for your sovereign's overthrow? My diadem, I mean, and guiltless life. See, monsters, see! I'll wear my crown again. [_Putting on the crown._ What, fear you not the fury of your king?-- But, hapless Edward, thou art fondly led; They pass not for thy frowns as late they did, But seek to make a new-elected king; Which fills my mind with strange despairing thoughts, Which thoughts are martyred with endless torments; And in this torment comfort find I none, But that I feel the crown upon my head; And therefore let me wear it yet a while. _Trus._ My, lord, the parliament must have present news; And therefore say, will you resign or no? [_The king rageth._ _K. Edw._ I'll not resign, but, whilst I live, [be king]. Traitors, be gone, and join you with Mortimer. Elect, conspire, install, do what you will: Their blood and yours shall seal these treacheries. _Bish. of Win._ This answer we'll return; and so, farewell. [_Going with Trussel._ _Leices._ Call them again, my lord, and speak them fair; For, if they go, the prince shall lose his right. _K. Edw._ Call thou them back; I have no power to speak. _Leices._ My lord, the king is willing to resign. _Bish. of Win._ If he be not, let him choose. _K. Edw._ O, would I might! but heavens and earth conspire To make me miserable. Here, receive my crown. Receive it? no, these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime; He of you all that most desires my blood, And will be call'd the murderer of a king, Take it. What, are you mov'd? pity you me? Then send for unrelenting Mortimer, And Isabel, whose eyes being turn'd to steel