SUFFOLK.
Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord:
Consent, and for thy honour 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 honour 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 shall be Henry’s, if he please.