CARDINAL
Come, you trifle.
ONAELIA
No marvel, for my hopes have been so drowned
I still despair, say on.
CARDINAL
The King repents.
ONAELIA
Pray, that again my Lord.
CARDINAL
The King repents.
ONAELIA
His wrongs to me?
CARDINAL
His wrongs to you. The sense of sin
Has pierced his soul.
ONAELIA
Blessed penitence!
CARDINAL
Has turned his eyes <7> into his leprous bosom
And like a king vows execution
On all his traitorous passions.
ONAELIA
God-like justice!