Mar. Listen not, my liege!
Hen. [To Winchester] Is this your comfort?
Mar. Sire, he slanders love
As true as God's to men, who says my lord
Is false!
Win. Her pride would say as much, my liege.
As for this maid,—whom majesty might choose,
And all the kingdom feel itself adorned,—
She's either heir to vast and rich estates,
Or Kent dotes on her with such jealous love