Truth it certainly was not--at least, not one of those sad truths which await you.
ODOARDO.
Which await me? Do I, then, not know enough? Madam--but proceed, proceed.
ORSINA.
You know nothing?
ODOARDO.
Nothing.
ORSINA.
Worthy father! What would I give that you were my father! Pardon me. The unfortunate so willingly associate together. I would faithfully share your sorrows--and your anger.