Hung round my neck, as thank a lady's hand
For any favour greater than a kiss.—
QUEEN.
And how, if such a woman loved you,—how
If, while she crown'd your proud ambition, she
Could crown her own ungovernable passion,
And felt that all this earth possess'd, and she
Could give, were all too little for your love?
Oh good, my lord! there may be such a woman.
BOURBON (aside.)