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  DUKE. No, holy father; throw away that thought;

    Believe not that the dribbling dart of love

    Can pierce a complete 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.

  FRIAR. May your Grace speak of it?

  DUKE. My holy sir, none better knows than you

    How I have ever lov'd the life removed,

    And held in idle price to haunt assemblies

    Where youth, and cost, a witless bravery keeps.

    I have deliver'd to Lord Angelo,

    A man of stricture and firm abstinence,

    My absolute power and place here in Vienna,

    And he supposes me travell'd to Poland;

    For so I have strew'd it in the common ear,

    And so it is received. Now, pious sir,

    You will demand of me why I do this.

  FRIAR. Gladly, my lord.

  DUKE. We have strict statutes and most biting laws,

    The needful bits and curbs to headstrong steeds,

    Which for this fourteen years we have let slip;

    Even like an o'ergrown 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.

  FRIAR. It rested in your Grace

    To unloose this tied-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 fight

    To do in slander. And to behold his sway,

    I will, as 'twere a brother of your order,

    Visit both prince and people. Therefore, I prithee,

    Supply me with the habit, and instruct me

    How I may formally in person bear me

    Like a true friar. Moe reasons for this action

    At our more leisure shall I render you.

    Only, this one: Lord Angelo is precise;

    Stands at a guard with envy; scarce confesses

    That his blood flows, or that his appetite

    Is more to bread than stone. Hence shall we see,

    If power change purpose, what our seemers be. Exeunt