king: tush, that's a wooden thing! He talks of wood: it is some carpenter. Yet so my fancy may be satisfied, And peace established between these realms But there remains a scruple in that too; For though her father be the King of Naples, Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor, And our nobility will scorn the match. Hear ye, captain, are you not at leisure? It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much. Henry is youthful and will quickly yield. Madam, I have a secret to reveal. What though I be enthrall'd? he seems a knight, And will not any way dishonour me. Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say. Perhaps I shall be rescued by the French; And then I need not crave his courtesy. Sweet madam, give me a hearing in a cause-- Tush, women have been captivate ere now. Lady, wherefore talk you so? I cry you mercy, 'tis but Quid for Quo. Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose Your bondage happy, to be made a queen? To be a queen in bondage is more vile Than is a slave in base servility; For princes should be free. And so shall you, If happy England's royal king be free. Why, what concerns his freedom unto me? I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen, To put a golden sceptre in thy hand And set a precious crown upon thy head, If thou wilt condescend to be my-- What? His love. I am unworthy to be Henry's wife. No, gentle madam; I unworthy am To woo so fair a dame to be his wife, And have no portion in the choice myself. How say you, madam, are ye so content? An if my father please, I am content. Then call our captains and our colours forth. And, madam, at your father's castle walls We'll crave a parley, to confer with him. [A parley sounded. Enter on the walls] See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner! To whom? To me. Suffolk, what remedy? I am a soldier, and unapt to weep, Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness. Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord: Consent, and for thy honour give consent, Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king; Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto; And this her easy-held imprisonment Hath gained thy daughter princely liberty. Speaks Suffolk as he thinks? Fair Margaret knows That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign. Upon thy princely warrant, I descend To give thee answer of thy just