My royal crown to thee I give.
Death. O King, why useless words thus waste?
Prepare to go, and make thee haste,
Nor seek me idly to detain;
Still many thousand men must I
To-day invite to join my train.
King. Oh, hurry not—
Angel. The King did say—
King. But grant me yet another day.
To make my will still let me bide;