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