Mar. Heare ye Captaine? Are you not at leysure?
Suf. It shall be so, disdaine they ne're so much:
Henry is youthfull, and will quickly yeeld.
Madam, I haue a secret to reueale
Mar. What though I be inthral'd, he seems a knight
And will not any way dishonor me
Suf. Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say
Mar. Perhaps I shall be rescu'd by the French,
And then I need not craue his curtesie
Suf. Sweet Madam, giue me hearing in a cause
Mar. Tush, women haue bene captiuate ere now
Suf. Lady, wherefore talke you so?
Mar. I cry you mercy, 'tis but Quid for Quo
Suf. Say gentle Princesse, would you not suppose
Your bondage happy, to be made a Queene?
Mar. To be a Queene in bondage, is more vile,
Than is a slaue, in base seruility:
For Princes should be free
Suf. And so shall you,
If happy Englands Royall King be free
Mar. Why what concernes his freedome vnto mee?
Suf. Ile vndertake to make thee Henries Queene,
To put a Golden Scepter in thy hand,
And set a precious Crowne vpon thy head,
If thou wilt condiscend to be my-
Mar. What?
Suf. His loue