Mar. He talkes at randon: sure the man is mad
Suf. And yet a dispensation may bee had
Mar. And yet I would that you would answer me
Suf. Ile win this Lady Margaret. For whom?
Why for my King: Tush, that's a woodden thing
Mar. He talkes of wood: It is some Carpenter
Suf. Yet so my fancy may be satisfied,
And peace established betweene these Realmes.
But there remaines a scruple in that too:
For though her Father be the King of Naples,
Duke of Aniou and Mayne, yet is he poore,
And our Nobility will scorne the match
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