Was made much poorer by it: but your son,
As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know
Her estimation home.
Count. 'Tis past, my liege;
And I beseech your majesty to make it
Natural rebellion, done i' the [blaze] of youth;
When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force,
[O'erbears] it and burns on.
King. My honour'd lady,
I have forgiven and forgotten all;