Turned inward.
Rienzi. Claudia, in these bad days,
When man must tread perforce the flinty path
Of duty, hard and rugged, fail not thou
Duly at night and morning to give thanks
To the all-gracious power that smoothed the way
For woman's tenderer feet.
Colonna. He hath turned
A bitter knave of late, and lost his mirth,
And mutters riddling warnings and wild tales