How now! why stand'st thou gazing at me thus?
GONZALES.
I wait your highness' pleasure.—(Aside) So all is well—
A crown hath fail'd to tempt him—as I see
In yonder lady's eyes.
QUEEN.
Oh sweet revenge!
Thou art my only hope, my only dower,
And I will make thee worthy of a Queen.
Proud noble, I will weave thee such a web,—