Hen. Then 't seems we both are free to follow love
In any court we please.
Mar. In truth, my lord!
Hen. And you reject me?
Mar. I am not so bold——
Hen. But, lady, in the world's mouth you will be
My cast off love, for who is there so wise
As to believe you would refuse a king?
Mar. I care not, sir! What is the world to me?
O, let it think as 'twill, if only——