Hub. Thou art the king's.
Mar. Nay, I will lay my head
Upon the block, ere pillow it by his.
Hub. Then we'll be mad together, Margaret.
To go one step in this is to go farthest.
Ah, yesterday I saw a knight I loved
Sink in his blood; but when he called the name
Of his dear bride, and died as it made sweet
His lips, I thought of you and envied him.
And now, so soon, his fortune is my own.