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

The [praised] of the king; [who, so] ennobled,