You have come straight from the rival's house and are just pausing here on your feet; go show this favor to someone else and please leave.

This couplet captures wounded pride and sharp sarcasm wrapped in classic lover's banter. The beloved has merely stopped by on their feet, rushed and superficial, fresh from spending leisure time at a rival's home—yet acting as if this fleeting visit is a grand favor. Refusing to accept breadcrumbs or half-hearted attention, the lover preserves their dignity and firmly tells them to take their fake charity elsewhere.