And (indeed) the Soul of _Candy_.
I must speak my thoughts.

Annophel:

The Prince of _Cyprus_ Brother, good _Decius_.

Antinous:

I am his Servant.

Philander:

You are the Patron of your Countrie, Sir,
So your unimitable deeds proclaim you,
It is no language of my own, but all mens.

Gonzalo:

Your Enemies must needs acknowledge it:
Then do not think it flatterie in your friends,
For if they had a heart, they could not want a tongue.

Erota:

Is this your Brother _Annophil_?

Annophel:

Yes Madam.