"If so, I pray leave to go home to my father, where I shall not be spied upon and suspected of evil if I but go abroad for an hour." Her grief had changed to indignation, and she turned her face from the king, drying the supposed tears and exhibiting her temper in irresistible pantomime.

The king was but a man, so of course Frances's tears and her just anger routed him.

A brave man may stand against powder and steel, but he must flee before fire and flood.
Immediately the king became apologetic: "I do not suspect you of evil, but of thoughtlessness, my beautiful one," he said, trying to take her hand, but failing.

"Nor have I spied upon you.

I heard that you had gone to the Old Swan to see Hamilton, whom it is said you love." Pantomime to show great grief and a deep sense of cruel injury, but the tears ceased to flow because of the fact that she was past tears now.
"I'll leave Whitehall this day!" she said, shaking her head dolefully.