MARGARET.
He talks of wood. It is some carpenter.
SUFFOLK.
Yet so my fancy may be satisfied,
And peace established between these realms.
But there remains a scruple in that too;
For though her father be the King of Naples,
Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor,
And our nobility will scorn the match.
MARGARET.
Hear ye, captain, are you not at leisure?
SUFFOLK.
It shall be so, disdain they ne’er so much.
Henry is youthful and will quickly yield.
Madam, I have a secret to reveal.
MARGARET.
What though I be enthrall’d? He seems a knight,
And will not any way dishonour me.
SUFFOLK.
Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say.
MARGARET.
Perhaps I shall be rescued by the French;
And then I need not crave his courtesy.
SUFFOLK.
Sweet madam, give me hearing in a cause.
MARGARET.
Tush, women have been captivate ere now.
SUFFOLK.
Lady, wherefore talk you so?