Valentine, Thurio. Ualentine. Protheus, we dare trust you in this kinde, Valentinesreport) Siluia, may conferre at large. Ualentine, and loue my friend. Thurio, are not sharpe enough:
I, much is the force of heauen‑bred Poesie.
OrpheusLute, was strung with Poets sinewes, Leuiathans
This discipline, showes thou hast bin in loue.
Protheus, my direction‑giuer,
About it Gentlemen.
Fellowes, stand fast: I see a passenger.