Let him send his hirelings to seize her.

Not in this dress shall she be found.

In robes of state, the sceptre in her hand, shall they drag the consort of their king to the prison-house of her palace." "On my knees, great queen, I implore you to be calm; with the loss of your liberty ends indeed all hope of victory, all chance even of struggle.

Think not Edward's fears would leave to Margaret the life that his disdain has spared to your royal spouse.

Between your prison and your grave, but one secret and bloody step! Be ruled; no time to lose! My trusty Hugh even now waits with his boat below.