Suff.
See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner.

Reig.
To whom?

Suf.
To me.

Reig.
Suffolk, what remedy?
I am a soldier and unapt to weep,
Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.

Suf.
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 easie-held imprisonment
Hath gain'd thy daughter Princely liberty.

Reig.
Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?

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

Reig.
Upon thy Princely warrant I descend;
To give thee answer of thy just demand.

Suf.
And here I will expect thy coming. Trumpets sound. Enter Reignier.

Reig.
Welcome, brave Earl, into our territories,
Command in Anjou what your honour pleases.

Suf.
Thanks, Reignier, happy in so sweet a child,
Fit to be made companion of a King:
What answer makes your grace unto my suit?

Reig.
Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth,
To be the Princely bride of such a lord:
Upon condition I may quietly
Enjoy mine own, the country Main and Anjou,

Free from oppression or the stroke of war,
My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please.

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

Reig.
And I again in Henry's Royal name,
As deputy unto that gracious King,
Give thee her hand for sign of plighted faith.

Suf.
Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks,
Because this is in traffick of a King.
And yet methinks I could be well content
To be mine own attorney in this case. [Aside.
I'll over then to England with this News,
And make this marriage to be solemniz'd:
So farewel Reignier, set this diamond safe
In golden palaces as it becomes.

Reig.
I do embrace thee, as I would embrace
The Christian Prince King Henry, were he here.

Mar.
Farewel my lord: good wishes, praise and pray'rs
Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret. [She is going.

Suf.
Farewel sweet madam; hark you Margaret,
No princely commendations to my King?

Mar.
Such commendations as become a maid,
A virgin and his servant, say to him.

Suf.
Words sweetly plac'd, and modestly directed.
But madam, I must trouble you again,
No loving token to his majesty?

Mar.
Yes, my good lord, a pure unspotted heart,
Never yet taint with love I send the King.

Suf.
And this withal. [Kisses her.

Mar.
That for thy self—I will not so presume,
To send such peevish tokens to a King.

Suf.
O wert thou for my self—but Suffolk stay,

Thou may'st not wander in that labyrinth,
There minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk.
Sollicit Henry with her wond'rous praise,
Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount,
Her nat'ral graces that extinguish art;
Repeat their semblance often on the seas,
That when thou com'st to kneel at Henry's feet,
Thou may'st bereave him of his wits with wonder. [Exeunt.

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