Hen. The earl of Kent.
Mar. Your majesty, be merciful!
Hen. I am.
Mar. My knees were bending to you thankfully,
But you have changed their purpose to a prayer
For veriest pity. The earl of Kent, my lord?
An old, fierce man, who scorns the name of love?
Hen. To you he will be kind. I'll stake my crown,
Once wed to him you'll thank me for this day,