As there are kinds of honour, so of love—
And ladies—
Lelio. Cipriano, Cipriano!
One friend my foe for daring love where I,
Let not another, daring doubt that he
Honours himself in so dishonouring me—
Floro. Slanting your sharp divisions on a jewel
That if the sun turn’d all his beams upon
He could not find, or make, a flaw—
Cipr. Nor I then,