Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pro. Enter Claudio.
Pro. Looke, here's the Warrant Claudio, for thy death,
Pro. 'Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to morrow
Pro. Thou must be made immortall. Where's Barnardine?
Cla. Cla.
Cla. As fast lock'd vp in sleepe, as guiltlesse labour,
Cla. When it lies starkely in the Trauellers bones,
Cla. He will not wake.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Who can do good on him?
Pro. Well, go, prepare your selfe. But harke, what noise?
Pro. Heauen giue your spirits comfort: by, and by,
Pro. I hope it is some pardon, or repreeue
Pro. For the most gentle Claudio. Welcome Father.
Pro. Enter Duke.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. The best, and wholsomst spirits of the night,
Duke. Inuellop you, good Prouost: who call'd heere of late?
Pro. None since the Curphew rung.