Enter Soldiers.
1st Sol. Sir?
2d Sol. My lord!
Tyr. The men I wish'd for for secresy and employment.
Go, give order that Govianus be releas'd.
4th Sol. Releas'd, sir?
Tyr. Set free; and then I trust he will fly the kingdom,
And never know my purpose. Run, sir!
[Exit 4th Soldier.
You
Bring me the keys of the cathedral.
1st Sol. Are you so holy now, do you curse all day,
And go to pray at midnight? [Aside and Exit.
Tyr. Provide you, sirs, close lanthorns and a pickaxe.
Away: be speedy.