Farewell, kinsman. I’ll talk to youWhen you are better tempered to attend.
I finished off the day with a brief, but heated, conversation with someone who I felt was not giving me an opportunity to defend or explain myself. It was all very accusatory. They asked me a few peremptory questions, barked a little, a lot actually – quite like a dog who wanted to feel they’d made their presence felt when the postman arrives – and I retreated from the situation, as it seemed pointless to hang around. Like that postman, I was irritated, but a tiresome yappy dog isn’t going to spoil the rest of my day …
I’m not just feeling hard done by, or in truth a little insulted by the way I was spoken to. But frustrated that I had not been allowed to put forward my version of events.
It put me in mind of Worcester trying to talk some sense into his distracted and irrational nephew, Harry Hotspur in Henry IV part 1. Sometimes you have to accept that people aren’t going to listen.
You start awayAnd lend no ear unto my purposes
Farewell, kinsman. I’ll talk to youWhen you are better tempered to attend.
God forgive me!Good uncle, tell your tale. I have done.
Nay, if you have not, to it again.We will stay your leisure.
The Boar's Head, Eastcheap 