第24章 ACT V(3)

REIGNIER from the walls

SUFFOLK.And here I will expect thy coming.Trumpets sound.Enter REIGNIER below

REIGNIER.Welcome,brave Earl,into our territories;Command in Anjou what your Honour pleases.SUFFOLK.Thanks,Reignier,happy for so sweet a child,Fit to be made companion with a king.What answer makes your Grace unto my suit?REIGNIER.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 Maine and Anjou,Free from oppression or the stroke of war,My daughter shall be Henry's,if he please.SUFFOLK.That is her ransom;I deliver her.And those two counties I will undertake Your Grace shall well and quietly enjoy.REIGNIER.And I again,in Henry's royal name,As deputy unto that gracious king,Give thee her hand for sign of plighted faith.SUFFOLK.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 solemniz'd.So,farewell,Reignier.Set this diamond safe In golden palaces,as it becomes.REIGNIER.I do embrace thee as I would embrace The Christian prince,King Henry,were he here.MARGARET.Farewell,my lord.Good wishes,praise,and prayers,Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret.[She is going]SUFFOLK.Farewell,sweet madam.But hark you,Margaret No princely commendations to my king?MARGARET.Such commendations as becomes a maid,A virgin,and his servant,say to him.SUFFOLK.Words sweetly plac'd and modestly directed.But,madam,I must trouble you again No loving token to his Majesty?MARGARET.Yes,my good lord:a pure unspotted heart,Never yet taint with love,I send the King.SUFFOLK.And this withal.[Kisses her]MARGARET.That for thyself,I will not so presume To send such peevish tokens to a king.Exeunt REIGNIER and MARGARET SUFFOLK.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 com'st to kneel at Henry's feet,Thou mayst bereave him of his wits with wonder.Exit