Enter Flaminius.
TITUS.
One of Lord Timon’s men.
LUCIUS.
Flaminius? Sir, a word. Pray, is my lord ready to come forth?
FLAMINIUS.
No, indeed he is not.
TITUS.
We attend his lordship; pray, signify so much.
FLAMINIUS.
I need not tell him that, he knows you are too diligent.
[Exit Flaminius.]
Enter Flavius in a cloak, muffled.
LUCIUS.
Ha, is not that his steward muffled so?
He goes away in a cloud. Call him, call him.
TITUS.
Do you hear, sir?