And. I bid you sudden wars.
Bal. I, sudden blows, and that’s as good as wars.
Don, I’ll not bate
An inch of courage nor a hair of fate:
Pay tribute I with strokes.
And. Aye, with strokes you shall;
Alas, that Spain should correct Portugal!
Bal. Correct!
O, in that one word such torments do I feel,
That I could lash thy ribs with valiant steel.