LANCE.
So-ho, so-ho!
PROTEUS.
What seest thou?
LANCE.
Him we go to find. There’s not a hair on ’s head but ’tis a Valentine.
PROTEUS.
Valentine?
VALENTINE.
No.
PROTEUS.
Who then? His spirit?
VALENTINE.
Neither.
PROTEUS.
What then?
VALENTINE.
Nothing.
LANCE.
Can nothing speak? Master, shall I strike?