Floro and Lelio. ’Tis Cipriano!—
Aur. Cipriano!—
Enter Cipriano.
Cipriano. Ay, Cipriano, Cipriano’s self,
Heretofore mad as you that call him so,
Now first himself.—Noble Aurelio,
Who sway’st the sword of Rome in Antioch
And you, companions of my youthful love
And letters; you grave senate ranged above;
And you whose murmuring multitude below