Gonzalo:

Yes, you were sister to the late Prince of _Candy_,
Aunt to this young one: and I in _Venice_,
Am born a Lord; equall to you in fortunes,
In shape; I'le say no more, but view.

Mochingo:

There needs no more be said, were I a woman--
O he does rarely: in shape; I'le say no more,
But view: who could say more, who better?
Man is no man, nor woman woman is,
Unless they have a pride like one of these.
How poor the Prince of _Cyprus_ shews to him!
How poor another Lady unto her!
Carriage and State makes us seem demi-gods,
Humility, like beasts, worms of the Earth.

[Enter _Antinous_, and _Decius_.]

Antinous:

Royal Lady, I kiss your hand.

Erota:

Sir, I know you not.