The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 2 (of 3)Marlowe, Christopher
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The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 2 (of 3)
Marlowe, Christopher
English drama -- Early modern and Elizabethan, 1500-1600
_Leices._ My lord, why waste you thus the time away?
They stay your answer; will you yield your crown? 50
_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 murdered is.
But what 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 awhile, let me be[307] king till night,
That I may gaze upon this glittering crown; 60
So shall my eyes receive their last content,
My head, the latest honour due to it,
And jointly both yield up their wishèd 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 beam doth vanish fast away,
And needs I must resign my wishèd crown. 70
Inhuman creatures! nursed 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!
[_He puts 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 martyrèd with endless torments, 80
And in this torment comfort find I none,
But that I feel the crown upon my head,
And therefore let me wear it yet awhile.
_Trus_. My lord, the parliament must have present news,
And therefore say will you resign or no?
[_The_ KING _rageth._
_Edw_. I'll not resign, but whilst I live[308] [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!
_Winch._ This answer we'll return, and so farewell. 90
_Leices._ Call them again, my lord, and speak them fair;
For if they go, the prince shall lose his right.
_Edw._ Call thou them back, I have no power to speak.
_Leices._ My lord, the king is willing to resign.
_Winch._ If he be not, let him choose.
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