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.]
MARGARET.
That for thyself. I will not so presume
To send such peevish tokens to a king.
[Exeunt Reignier and Margaret.]
SUFFOLK.
O, wert thou for myself! But, Suffolk, stay;
Thou mayst not wander in that labyrinth.
There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk.
Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise.
Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount,
And natural graces that extinguish art;
Repeat their semblance often on the seas,
That, when thou com’st to kneel at Henry’s feet,
Thou mayst bereave him of his wits with wonder.