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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.