Nay, it is even as I told thee.

Horace.

And it was you who sent me all these things?

Fakrash.

A few trifling gifts by no means suited to thy dignity! Thou owest me no thanks.

Horace.

I—I'd rather not owe you anything. I mean—I can't possibly accept any presents from you.

Fakrash.

Nay, they are freely thine.

Horace.