Duke.
No; holy father, throw away that thought;
Believe not, that the dribbling dart of love
Can pierce a compleat bosom: why I desire thee
To give me secret harbour, hath a purpose
More grave, and wrinkled, than the aims and ends
Of burning youth.

Fri.
May your Grace speak of it?

Duke.
My holy Sir, none better knows than you,
How I have ever lov'd the life remov'd;
And held in idle price to haunt Assemblies,
Where youth, and cost, and witless bravery keeps.
I have deliver'd to lord Angelo
^{5 note}

And so it is receiv'd: now, pious Sir,
You will demand of me, why I do this?

Fri.
Gladly, my lord.

Duke.
We have strict Statutes and most biting Laws,
^{6 note}(The needful bits and curbs for head-strong Steeds,)
Which for these nineteen years ^{7 note}

we have let sleep;
Even like an o'er-grown lion in a cave,
That goes not out to prey: now, as fond fathers
Having bound up the threat'ning twigs of birch,
Only to stick it in their children's sight,
For terror, not to use; in time the rod
Becomes more mock'd, than fear'd: so our Decrees,
Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead;
And Liberty plucks Justice by the nose;
The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart
Goes all decorum.

Fri.
It rested in your Grace
T'unloose this ty'd up justice, when you pleas'd:
And it in you more dreadful would have seem'd,
Than in lord Angelo.

Duke.
I do fear, too dreadful.
Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope,
'Twould be my tyranny to strike, and gall them,
For what I bid them do. For we bid this be done,
When evil deeds have their permissive pass,
And not the punishment. Therefore, indeed, my father,
I have on Angelo impos'd the office:
Who may in th' ambush of my name strike home,
And yet, my nature never in the sight
To do in slander: And to behold his sway,

I will, as 'twere a Brother of your Order,
Visit both prince and people; therefore, pr'ythee,
Supply me with the habit, and instruct me
How I may formally in person bear,
Like a true Friar. More reasons for this action
At our more leisure shall I render you;
Only, this one:—Lord Angelo is precise;
&wlquo;Stands at a guard with envy; scarce confesses
&wlquo;That his blood flows, or that his appetite
&wlquo;Is more to bread than stone: hence shall we see,&wrquo;
If pow'r change purpose, what our seemers be. [Exe.

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