I want to make amends to you, I want to prevent a crime.

Yet there you lie and set your face against a compromise; and there you lie and taunt me with the thing that's gall and wormwood to me already.

I know I gave you provocation.

And I know I'm rightly served.
Why do you suppose I went into this accursed thing at all?
Not for the gold, my boy, but for the girl! So she won't look at me.

And it serves me right.