Into the [staggers and] [the careless] lapse
Of youth and ignorance; [both] my revenge and hate
[Loosing] upon thee, in the name of justice,
Without all terms of pity. [Speak; thine] answer.
Ber. Pardon, my gracious lord; for I submit
My fancy to your eyes: when I consider
What great creation and what dole of honour
Flies where you [bid it], I find that she, which late
Was in my nobler thoughts most base, is now