For keeping it—too easily seen cause!
But, from that moment, e'en more woefully
My life had pined away, than pine it will.
Already you have much to answer for.
My life to pine is nothing,—her sunk eyes
Were happy once! No doubt, my people think
I am their King still ... but I cannot strive!
Take it!
Vic. [One hand on the crown Charles offers,
the other on his neck.] So few years give it quietly,
My son! It will drop from me. See you not?