Well, go, prepare [yourself]. [Knocking within.] But, hark, what noise?—

65 Heaven give your spirits [comfort! [Exit Clandio.] By and by.—]

I hope it is some pardon or reprieve

For the most gentle Claudio.

Enter Duke disguised as before.

Welcome, father.

Duke. The best and wholesomest spirits of the night

Envelop you, good Provost! Who call’d here of late?

70 Prov. [None], since the curfew rung.

Duke. Not Isabel?