Thus Suffolk hath prevail'd; and thus he goes,
As did the youthful Paris once to Greece,
With hope to find the like event in love,
But prosper better than the Trojan did.
Margaret shall now be queen, and rule the king;
But I will rule both her, the king ...

A dower, my lords! disgrace not so your king,
That he should be so abject, base and poor,
To choose for wealth and not for perfect love.
Henry is able to enrich his queen
And not seek a queen to make him rich:
So worthless peasants bargain for their wives ...

Yes, lord, her father is a king,
The King of Naples and Jerusalem;
And of such great authority in France
As his alliance will confirm our peace
And keep the Frenchmen in allegiance.

As doth a ruler with unlawful oaths;
Or one that, at a triumph having vow'd
To try his strength, forsaketh yet the lists
By reason of his adversary's odds:
A poor earl's daughter is unequal odds,
And therefore may be broke without offence.

Tush, my good lord, this superficial tale
Is but a preface of her worthy praise;
The chief perfections of that lovely dame
Had I sufficient skill to utter them,
Would make a volume of enticing lines,
Able to ravish any dull conceit:
And, which is more, she is not so ...

O, wert thou for myself! But, Suffolk, stay;
Thou mayst not wander in that labyrinth;
There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk.
Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise:
Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount,
And natural graces that extinguish art;
Repeat their semblance often on the seas,
That, when thou ...

And this withal.

Words sweetly placed and modestly directed.
But madam, I must trouble you again;
No loving token to his majesty?

Farewell, sweet madam: but hark you, Margaret;
No princely commendations to my king?

Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks,
Because this is in traffic of a king.
Aside
And yet, methinks, I could be well content
To be mine own attorney in this case.
I'll over then to England with this news,
And make this marriage to be solemnized.
So ...

That is her ransom; I deliver her;
And those two counties I will undertake
Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy.

Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a child,
Fit to be made companion with a king:
What answer makes your grace unto my suit?

And here I will expect thy coming.

Fair Margaret knows
That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign.

Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord:
Consent, and for thy honour give consent,
Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king;
Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto;
And this her easy-held imprisonment
Hath gained thy daughter princely liberty.

To me.

Then call our captains and our colours forth.
And, madam, at your father's castle walls
We'll crave a parley, to confer with him.
A parley sounded. Enter REIGNIER on the walls
See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner!

No, gentle madam; I unworthy am
To woo so fair a dame to be his wife,
And have no portion in the choice myself.
How say you, madam, are ye so content?

His love.

I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen,
To put a golden sceptre in thy hand
And set a precious crown upon thy head,
If thou wilt condescend to be my--

And so shall you,
If happy England's royal king be free.

Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose
Your bondage happy, to be made a queen?

Lady, wherefore talk you so?

Sweet madam, give me a hearing in a cause--

Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say.

It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much.
Henry is youthful and will quickly yield.
Madam, I have a secret to reveal.

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.

I'll win this Lady Margaret. For whom?
Why, for my king: tush, that's a wooden thing!

And yet a dispensation may be had.

There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card.

Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife;
Then how can Margaret be thy paramour?

She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore to be won.

How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit,
Before thou make a trial of her love?

An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd.
Be not offended, nature's miracle,
Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me:
So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,
Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings.
Yet, if this servile usage once offend.
Go, and be free ...

Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.
Gazes on her
O fairest beauty, do not fear nor fly!
For I will touch thee but with reverent hands;
I kiss these fingers for eternal peace,
And lay them gently on thy tender side.
Who art thou? say, that I may ...

Go forward and be choked with thy ambition!
And so farewell until I meet thee next.

I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.

Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.

I pluck this red rose with young Somerset
And say withal I think he held the right.

Faith, I have been a truant in the law,
And never yet could frame my will to it;
And therefore frame the law unto my will.

Within the Temple-hall we were too loud;
The garden here is more convenient.