MARGARET: Say, Earl of Suffolk—if thy name be so—
What ransom must I pay before I pass?
For I perceive I am thy prisoner.
SUFFOLK: How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit,
Before thou make a trial of her love?
MARGARET: Why speak’st thou not? what ransom must I pay?
SUFFOLK: She’s beautiful, and therefore to be woo’d;
She is a woman, therefore to be won.
MARGARET: Wilt thou accept of ransom? yea, or no.
SUFFOLK: Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife;
Then how can Margaret be thy paramour?
MARGARET: I were best to leave him, for he will not hear.
SUFFOLK: There all is marr’d; there lies a cooling card.
MARGARET: He talks at random; sure, the man is mad.
SUFFOLK: And yet a dispensation may be had.
MARGARET: And yet I would that you would answer me.
SUFFOLK: I’ll win this Lady Margaret. For whom?
Why, for my king: tush, that’s a wooden thing!
MARGARET: He talks of wood: it is some carpenter.