Of my discourtesy. By selfish gloom
I mar my entertainment, and belie
My gratitude for kindness to me shewn
Since I was prisoner.
K.No thanks for that:
Nor seek I to impose a countenance
Upon thy proper feeling. Yet if now
Thou’rt sad, I spake in vain.
Fer. ’Tis for my fault
And ill-success I am sad—to have lost my troop,