Thou knave, how dare thee damn the lady with such faint praise! A more fitting response to such as she wouldst be.

Aye! I will hie myself forwith to the Lady's chambers and therein I shall declare my love and cry my vow unto the almighty that until my last breath flee this mortal coil and my soul fly hence to the place which gave it birth, I would in all honor and respect serve her as she serve me.

Or, you know. Stuff and junk.