SCENE IV. The same. A street.

Enter GRATIANO, LORENZO, SALARINO, and SALANIO

LORENZO
Nay, we will slink away in supper-time,
Disguise us at my lodging and return,
All in an hour.

GRATIANO
We have not made good preparation.

SALARINO
We have not spoke us yet of torchbearers.

SALANIO
'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly order'd,
And better in my mind not undertook.

LORENZO
'Tis now but four o'clock: we have two hours
To furnish us.

Enter LAUNCELOT, with a letter

Friend Launcelot, what's the news?