Arb.
And then how dare you offer to change words with her?
Tigr.
Dare do it! Why? you brought me hither Sir,
To that intent.
Arb.
Perhaps I told you so,
If I had sworn it, had you so much folly
To credit it? The least word that she speaks
Is worth a life; rule your disordered tongue,
Or I will temper it.
Spa.
Blest be the breath.
Tigr.
Temper my tongue! such incivilities
As these, no barbarous people ever knew:
You break the lawes of Nature, and of Nations,
You talk to me as if I were a prisoner
For theft: my tongue be temper'd? I must speak
If thunder check me, and I will.