Lelio. Good Cipriano—
Cipr. Till I know
How it has come to pass that two such friends,
Each of the noblest blood in Antioch,
Are here to shed it by each other’s hands.
Lelio. Sudden surprise, and old respect for you,
Suspend my sword a moment, Cipriano,
That else—
Floro. Stand back, stand back! You are a scholar,
And better versed in logic than the laws