Start: SUFFOLK

Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.

(Gazes on her)

O fairest beauty, do not fear nor fly!

For I will touch thee but with reverent hands;

I kiss these fingers for eternal peace,

And lay them gently on thy tender side.

Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee.

MARGARET

Margaret my name, and daughter to a king,

The King of Naples, whosoe'er thou art.

SUFFOLK

An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd.

Be not offended, nature's miracle,

Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me:

So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,

Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings.

Yet, if this servile usage once offend.

Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend.

(She is going)

O, stay! I have no power to let her pass;

My hand would free her, but my heart says no

As plays the sun upon the glassy