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What ransom must I pay before I pass?

For I perceive I am thy prisoner.

SUFFOLK.

How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit,

Before thou make a trial of her love?

MARGARET.

Why speak'st thou not? what ransom must I pay?

SUFFOLK.

She's beautiful and therefore to be woo'd;

She is a woman, therefore to be won.

MARGARET.

Wilt thou accept of ransom? yea, or no.

SUFFOLK.

Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife;

Then how can Margaret be thy paramour?

MARGARET.

I were best leave him, for he will not hear.

SUFFOLK.

There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card.

MARGARET.

He talks at random; sure, the man is mad.

SUFFOLK.

And yet a dispensation may be had.

MARGARET.

And yet I would that you would answer me.

SUFFOLK.

I'll win this Lady Margaret. For whom?

Why, for my king; tush, that 's a wooden thing!

MARGARET.

He talks of wood: it is some carpenter.

SUFFOLK.

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.

MARGARET.

Hear ye, captain, are you not at leisure?

SUFFOLK.

It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much:

Henry is youthful and will quickly yield.

Madam, I have a secret to reveal.

MARGARET.

What though I be enthrall'd? he seems a knight,

And will not any way dishonor me.

SUFFOLK.

Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say.

MARGARET.

Perhaps I shall be rescued by the French;

And then I need not crave his courtesy.

SUFFOLK.

Sweet madam, give me hearing in a cause—

MARGARET.

Tush! women have been captivate ere now.

SUFFOLK.

Lady, wherefore talk you so?

MARGARET.

I cry you mercy, 'tis but Quid for Quo.

SUFFOLK.

Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose

Your bondage happy, to be made a queen?

MARGARET.

To be a queen in bondage is more vile

Than is a slave in base servility;

For princes should be free.

SUFFOLK.

And so shall you,

If happy England's royal king be free.

MARGARET.

Why, what concerns his freedom unto me?

SUFFOLK.

I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen,

To put a golden scepter in thy hand

And set a precious crown upon thy head,

If thou wilt condescend to be my—

MARGARET.

What?

SUFFOLK.

His love.

MARGARET.

I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.

SUFFOLK.

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?

MARGARET.

An if my father please, I am content.

SUFFOLK.

Then call our captain and our colors forth.

And, madam, at your father's castle walls

We'll crave a parley, to confer with him.

[A parley sounded. Enter Reignier on the walls.]

See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner!

REIGNIER.

To whom?

SUFFOLK.

To me.

REIGNIER.

Suffolk, what remedy?

I am a soldier, and unapt to weep,

Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.

SUFFOLK.

Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord:

Consent, and for thy honor 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 gain'd thy daughter princely liberty.

REIGNIER.

Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?

SUFFOLK.

Fair Margaret knows

That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign.

REIGNIER.

Upon thy princely warrant, I descend

To give thee answer of thy just demand.

[Exit from the walls.]

SUFFOLK.

And here I will expect thy coming.

[Trumpets sound. Enter Reignier, below.]

REIGNIER.

Welcome, brave earl, into our territories:

Command in Anjou what your honor pleases.

SUFFOLK.

Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a child,

Fit to be made companion with a king:

What answer makes your grace unto my suit?

REIGNIER.

Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth

To be the princely bride of such a lord;

Upon condition I may quietly

Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou,

Free from oppression or the stroke of war,

My daughter