MARGARET.
Why speak’st thou not? What ransom must I pay?
SUFFOLK.
She’s beautiful, and therefore to be woo’d;
She is a woman, therefore to be won.
MARGARET.
Wilt thou accept of ransom, yea, or no?
SUFFOLK.
Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife;
Then how can Margaret be thy paramour?
MARGARET.
I were best leave him, for he will not hear.
SUFFOLK.
There all is marr’d; there lies a cooling card.
MARGARET.
He talks at random; sure, the man is mad.
SUFFOLK.
And yet a dispensation may be had.
MARGARET.
And yet I would that you would answer me.
SUFFOLK.
I’ll win this Lady Margaret. For whom?
Why, for my king. Tush, that’s a wooden thing!