That is her ransom; I deliver her

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.

Words sweetly placed and modestly directed

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, embracing Suffolk
I do embrace thee, as I would embrace
The Christian prince King Henry, were he here.
Margaret, to Suffolk
Farewell, my lord; good wishes, praise, and prayers
Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret.
 She is going, as Reignier exits.
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.  Kiss her.
Margaret
That for thyself. I will not so presume
To send such peevish tokens to a king.  She exits.
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.
 He exits.