I refuse the aid you offer.

Swear what you will, tell them what you please, make your peace whilst you may.

I will not have your blood upon my soul." There was yet wine upon the table.

I filled a cup and brought it to her.
"Drink!" I commanded.
"I have much of forbearance, much of courtesy, to thank you for," she said.

"I will remember it when--Do not think that I shall blame you"-- I held the cup to her lips.