Page 1167 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

He will not wake.

PROVOST
Who can do good on him?
Well, go; prepare yourself.
[Knocking within.]
But hark, what noise?

Heaven give your spirits comfort! − By and by. − [65]
[Exit Claudio.]
I hope it is some pardon or reprieve

For the most gentle Claudio.
Enter Duke [disguised].
Welcome, father.

DUKE
The best and wholesom’st spirits of the night
Envelop you, good Provost! Who call’d here of late?

PROVOST
None since the curfew rung. [70]

DUKE
Not Isabel?

PROVOST
No.

DUKE
They will then, ere’t be long.

PROVOST
What comfort is for Claudio?

DUKE
There’s some in hope.

PROVOST