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THE PICCOLOMINI, OR THE
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.
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!
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.
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 favour us
With all the others only but as much!
You need not be uneasy on that score.
That has succeeded. Fortune favour us
With all the others only but as much!
SCENE V.
Octavio Piccolomini. Butler.
BUTLER.
At your command, Lieutenant General.
OCTAVIO.
Welcome, as honor'd friend and visitor.
BUTLER.
You do me too much honour.
OCTAVIO.
