Of honour; and perhaps have yet to learn
That when two noblemen have drawn the sword,
One only must return it to the sheath.
Lelio. ’Tis so indeed—once more, stand off.
Cipr. And once more
Back, both of you, say I; if of your lives
Regardless, not of mine, which thus, unarm’d,
I fling between your swords—
Lelio, I look to you—Floro, as ever
Somewhat hot-headed and thrasonical—