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
Mar. I am vnworthy to be Henries wife
Suf. No gentle Madam, I vnworthy am
To woe so faire a Dame to be his wife,
And haue no portion in the choice my selfe.
How say you Madam, are ye so content?
Mar. And if my Father please, I am content
Suf. Then call our Captaines and our Colours forth,
And Madam, at your Fathers Castle walles,
Wee'l craue a parley, to conferre with him.
Sound. Enter Reignier on the Walles.