SUFFOLK.
That is her ransom; I deliver her;
And those two counties I will undertake
Your Grace shall well and quietly enjoy.
REIGNIER.
And I again, in Henry’s royal name,
As deputy unto that gracious king,
Give thee her hand for sign of plighted faith.
SUFFOLK.
Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks,
Because this is in traffic of a king.
[Aside.] And yet, methinks, I could be well content
To be mine own attorney in this case.
I’ll over then to England with this news,
And make this marriage to be solemnized.
So, farewell, Reignier; set this diamond safe
In golden palaces, as it becomes.
REIGNIER.
I do embrace thee as I would embrace
The Christian prince, King Henry, were he here.
MARGARET.
Farewell, my lord; good wishes, praise, and prayers
Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret. [Going].
SUFFOLK.
Farewell, sweet madam; but hark you, Margaret,
No princely commendations to my king?
MARGARET.
Such commendations as becomes a maid,
A virgin and his servant, say to him.
SUFFOLK.
Words sweetly placed and modestly directed.
But, madam, I must trouble you again:
No loving token to his Majesty?
MARGARET.
Yes, my good lord; a pure unspotted heart,
Never yet taint with love, I send the King.
SUFFOLK.
And this withal. [Kisses her.]