Lara. I trust I have not kept you long in waiting?
Vic. Not long, and yet too long. Are you prepared?
Lara. I am.
Hyp. It grieves me much to see this quarrel
Between you, gentlemen. Is there no way
Left open to accord this difference,
But you must make one with your swords?
Vic. None! none!
I do intreat thee, dear Hypolito,
Stand not between me and my foe. Too long