[♦] Suf. Words sweetly placed and modestly directed.
180 But, madam, I must trouble you again;
No loving token to his majesty?
Mar. Yes, my good lord, a pure unspotted heart,
Never yet taint with love, I send the king.
[♦] Suf. And this withal. [Kisses her.
[185] Mar. That for thyself: I will not so presume
[♦] To send such peevish tokens to a king. [Exeunt Reignier and Margaret.
Suf. O, wert thou for myself! But, Suffolk, stay;
Thou mayst not wander in that labyrinth;