By so receiving a dishonour’d life
30 With ransom of such shame. Would yet he had lived!
Alack, when once our grace we have forgot,
Nothing goes right: we would, and we would not. Exit.
[ IV. 5 Scene V.] 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;