Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Suf. Ile win this Lady Margaret. For whom?
Suf. Why for my King: Tush, that's a woodden thing.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. He talkes of wood: It is some Carpenter.
Suf. Suf.
Suf. Yet so my fancy may be satisfied,
Suf. And peace established betweene these Realmes.
Suf. But there remaines a scruple in that too:
Suf. For though her Father be the King of Naples,
Suf. Duke of Aniou and Mayne, yet is he poore,
Suf. And our Nobility will scorne the match.
Mar. Heare ye Captaine? Are you not at leysure?
Suf. It shall be so, disdaine they ne're so much:
Suf. Henry is youthfull, and will quickly yeeld.
Suf. Madam, I haue a secret to reueale.
Mar. What though I be inthral'd, he seems a knight
Mar. And will not any way dishonor me.