_Suf._ An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call’d.   [aec053] Be not offended, nature’s miracle, Thou art allotted to be ta’en by me:   ·aec055· So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,   [aec056] Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings.   [aec057] Yet, if this servile usage once offend, Go and be free again as Suffolk’s friend.   [aec059] [_She is going._ O, stay! I have no power to let her pass;   [aec060] My hand would free her, but my heart says no. As plays the sun upon the glassy streams,   [aec062] Twinkling another counterfeited beam, So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes. Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak:   ·aec065· I’ll call for pen and ink, and write my mind. Fie, de la Pole! disable not thyself; Hast not a tongue? is she not here?   [aec068] Wilt thou be daunted at a woman’s sight? Ay, beauty’s princely majesty is such,   [aec070] Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough.   [aec071] _Mar._ Say, Earl of Suffolk,--if thy name be so-- What ransom must I pay before I pass? For I perceive I am thy prisoner. _Suf._ How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit,   [aec075] Before thou make a trial of her love? _Mar._ Why speak’st thou not? what ransom must I pay?   [aec077] _Suf._ She’s beautiful and therefore to be woo’d; She is a woman, therefore to be won. _Mar._ Wilt thou accept of ransom? yea, or no. _Suf._ Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife;   ·aec080· Then how can Margaret be thy paramour? _Mar._ I were best to leave him, for he will not hear. _Suf._ There all is marr’d; there lies a cooling card.   [aec083] _Mar._ He talks at random; sure, the man is mad. _Suf._ And yet a dispensation may be had.   [aec085] _Mar._ And yet I would that you would answer me. _Suf._ I’ll win this Lady Margaret. For whom? Why, for my king: tush, that’s a wooden thing!   [aec089] _Mar._ He talks of wood: it is some carpenter.   ·aec090· _Suf._ 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,   [aec095] And our nobility will scorn the match. _Mar._ Hear ye, captain, are you not at leisure?   [aec097] _Suf._ It shall be so, disdain they ne’er so much: Henry is youthful and will quickly yield. Madam, I have a secret to reveal.   ·aec100· _Mar._ What though I be enthrall’d? he seems a knight, And will not any way dishonour me. _Suf._ Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say. _Mar._ Perhaps I shall be rescued by the French; And then I need not crave his courtesy.   ·aec105· _Suf._ Sweet madam, give me hearing in a cause--   [aec106] _Mar._ Tush, women have been captivate ere now. _Suf._ Lady, wherefore talk you so?   [aec108] _Mar._ I cry you mercy, ’tis but Quid for Quo. _Suf._ Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose   [aec110] Your bondage happy, to be made a queen?