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?