Win. I do not say, my liege,
The crime is his, but he confessed it so.
Here are the words in which he damns himself.
[Gives the king a paper]
Hen. Drop from the world, O sun! Make all the air
Dark as my heart, that from this hour shall know
No re-ascending star! Leave me, my lord.
All's as you please. Do what you will. The world
No more shall draw me forth to look upon it.
Yet I am young, and had but learned to smile.