ISOLANI (returning).
Forgive me too my bearish ways, old father!
Lord God! how should I know, then, what a great
Person I had before me.
OCTAVIO.
No excuses!
ISOLANI.
I am a merry lad, and if at time
A rash word might escape me 'gainst the Court
Amidst my wine—You know no harm was
meant.
[Exit.]
OCTAVIO.
You need not be uneasy on that score
That has succeeded. Fortune favor us
With all the others only but as much!