To the just blame we bear. You must protect him.
Promise me that.
Ner.I will ask Seneca.
Agr. Forgive, at least, his foolish indiscretion.
He begged me make his peace. Now have I made it?
Ner. I’ll think no more of that.
Agr.My dearest son,
The joy of a good action will be yours
As well as mine. O, I am happy now—
Indeed, most happy now.