With far less searching scrutiny than Phœbus—
I am to understand then, such a fair
Jewel as either would in wedlock wear.
Floro. And rather die than let another dare.
Cipr. Enough, enough! of Lelio’s strange logic,
And Floro’s more intelligible rant,
And back to sober metaphor. Which of you
Has this fair jewel turn’d her light upon?
Floro (after a pause). Why, who would boast—
Lelio. Indeed, how could she be