Fields without the Town.
Enter DUKE, in his own habit, and FRIAR PETER.
Duke. These letters at fit time deliver me. [Giving letters.
The provost knows our purpose and our plot.
The matter being afoot, keep your instruction, 5
And hold you ever to our special drift,
Though sometimes you do blench from this to that,
As cause doth minister. Go call at Flavius’ house,
And tell him where I stay: give the like notice
To Valentinus, Rowland, and to Crassus, 10
And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate;
But send me Flavius first.
F. Peter. It shall be speeded well. [Exit.
Enter VARRIUS.
Duke. I thank thee, Varrius; thou hast made good haste. 15
Come, we will walk. There’s other of our friends
Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius. [Exeunt.