Angrily talking to yourself alone:
This letter in your hand—What is it, sir?
Luis. Nothing, nothing, Porcia; (for Juan’s sake
I must dissemble)—Nay, I have received
A letter upon business that annoys me.
Por. I’m sorry, sir, for that, for I had come
To ask a favour of you.
Luis. Well, why not?
Por. They say that those who ask unseasonably
Must be content with a refusal.