That for thyself: I will not so presume
To send such peevish tokens to a king.

Yes, my good lord, a pure unspotted heart,
Never yet taint with love, I send the king.

Such commendations as becomes a maid,
A virgin and his servant, say to him.

Farewell, my lord: good wishes, praise and prayers
Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret.

An if my father please, I am content.

I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.

What?

Why, what concerns his freedom unto me?

To be a queen in bondage is more vile
Than is a slave in base servility;
For princes should be free.

I cry you mercy, 'tis but Quid for Quo.

Tush, women have been captivate ere now.

Perhaps I shall be rescued by the French;
And then I need not crave his courtesy.

What though I be enthrall'd? he seems a knight,
And will not any way dishonour me.

Hear ye, captain, are you not at leisure?

He talks of wood: it is some carpenter.

And yet I would that you would answer me.

He talks at random; sure, the man is mad.

I were best to leave him, for he will not hear.

Wilt thou accept of ransom? yea, or no.

Why speak'st thou not? what ransom must I pay?

Say, Earl of Suffolk--if thy name be so--
What ransom must I pay before I pass?
For I perceive I am thy prisoner.

Margaret my name, and daughter to a king,
The King of Naples, whosoe'er thou art.