[Makes motions towards food.
K. And will. Ay, drink.
Fer.And Ceuta?
K.That is mine,
Her price.
Fer. (thrusting things from him). Ah, never.
K.Dost thou then refuse?
Fer. It cheereth death to spend my last breath thus.
K. Sittest thou there balanced ’twixt death and life,
Daintily making choice, and to my offer