Measure for Measure

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,

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,

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.

Come, we will walk. There’s other of our friends

Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius.[Exeunt.