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Mrs, Ford, Where is Nan iiow,and her troop oi
fairies? and the Welsh devil, Hufh?

Mre, Page, They are all couched in anit hard by
Heme's oak, with obscured lights ; whioh, at the
very instant of Falstaff 's and our meeting, they
will at once display to the night.

Mr$, Ford, That cannot choose but amaxe him.

Mrt, Page, If he be not amazed, he will be
mocked ; if he be amazed, he will every way be
mocked.

ifrt. Ford, Well betray hun finely.

Mrs, Page, Ag^nst such lewdsteirs, and their
jechery.
Those that betray them do no treachery.

Mrs, Ford, The hour draws on. To the oak, to
the oak 1 [Exeunt,

SCENE IV^Windsor Park.

Enter Sir Hugh Eyahb and Fairies.

Eo€u Trib, trib, £uries; oome ; and remember

yonr parts: be pold, I pray you; follow me into

the pit; and when I give the watch-'ords, do as I

pid you ; oome, come; trib, trib. [Exeunt,

SCENE Y,-^ Another part qf ihe Park.
Enter Falstaff, disguised with a bucVs head an,

FaL The Windsor bell hath stmck twelve; the
minute draws on : now the hot-blooded gods assist
me I — Remember, Jove, thou wast a bull for thy
Europa; love set on thy horns. O powerful love!
that, m some respects, makes a beast a man ; in
some other, a man a beast. You were also,
Jupiter, a swan, for the love of Leda >— O, omni-
potent love! how near the god drew to the
complexion of a goose I — A fiuut done first in the
form of a beast ;— O Jove, a beastly fiiult 1 and then
another fault in the sembknce of a fowl I think
on't, Jove; a foul fault When gods have hot
backs, what shall poor men do? For me, I am
here a Windsor stag; and the fattest, I think, i'the
forest: send me a cool-rat time, Jove, or who can
blame me if I piss my tallow ? Who comes here ?
my doe?

Enter Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page.

Mrs. Ford, Sir John ? art thou there, my deer f
my male deer?

FaL My doe with the bUok cut?— Let the sky
rain potatoes ^ let it thunder to the tune of **Green
Sleeves"; hail kissing-comfits, and snow r^



let there oome a tempest of provocation, 1 will
shelter me here. [Embracing her,

Mrs, Ford, Mistress Page is oome with me,
sweetheart.

FaL Divide me like a bride-buck, each a haunch*
I will keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for
the fellow of this walk, and my horns I bequeath
your husbands. Am I a woodman? ha! Speak
I like Heme the hunter?— Why, now is Cupid a
child of conscience : he makes restitution. As I
am a true spirit, welcome ! [Ifoise vithin,

Mrs, Page. Alas! what noise!

Mrs, Ford, Heaven foi^ve our sins!

FaL What should this be?

mZ: ^} ^^y' *^^* f ^*^ "^ ^•

FaL 1 think the devil will not have me damned,
lest the oil that is in me should set hell on fire;
he would never else cross me thos.^ .

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Enter ^Hx HuoH EvANs, Likt a aUyr } Mrs.
UuicKLT, and Pistol; Annb Page, aa the
Fairy Queen, attended by her brother and others^
dretaedUke/cdrieSy toith laaxen tapers on their Jieada.

Anne. Fairies, black, grey^ green, and white,
Ton moonshine revellers, and shades of night,
Ton orphan-heirs of fixed destiny.
Attend your office and jour (quality,
Crier Hobgoblin, make the (airy oyes.
Pitt, Elves, liist your names ; silence, jov aiiy
tovs.
Orkkety to Windsor chimneys, shalt thou leap :
Where fires thou find'st unrak'd and hearths

nnswept.
There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry.
Our radiant queen bates sluts and sluttery.
IhL They are fairies ; he that speaks to them
shall die ;
111 wink and couch : no man their works must eye.
[Lies doum upon his face,
Eva, Where"^ Pede f—Qo you, and where you
find a maid.
That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said,
Baise up the organs of her fantasy,
Sleep she as sound as careless infancy ;
But those that sleep and think not on their sins,
Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, and
shins.
Anne, About, about;
Search Windsor-castle, elves, within and out :
Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room ;
That it may stand till the perpetual doom.
In sUte as wholesome, as in state tis fit;
Worthy the owner, and the owner it.
The several chairs of order look yon scour
With juice of balm, and every precious flower :
EaiA fiur mstalment, coat, and several crest.
With loyal blazon, evermore be bless'd!
Aiid nightly, meadow-fiiiries, look, you sing,
like to the Uarter's compass, in a nng:
The expressure that it bears, green let it be,
More fertile-fresh than all the field to see ;
And, Ilomj toil qui maly penae, write,
In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue and white;
Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery,
Backled below (air knighthood's bended knee :
Fairies use flowers for their charactery.
Away; dUperse: But till 'tis one o'clock.
Our dance of custom, round about the oak
Of Heme the hunter, let us not forget.

^•o. Pray you, lock hand in hand ; yourselves
in order set:
And twenty glow-worms shall our Untems be,
•g» guide oiff measure round about the tree.
i 1'^L' * '"*®^ * man of middle earth.
raL Heavens defend me from that Welsh
fiuryl
Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese I
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[During this aong the fixuiea pinch Falbtaff
Doctor Caius comet one way, and tteailt away a
fairy in qreen; Slender another way^ and takes
off a fcary in white; and Fenton eomety and
tteala away Mrs. Anne Page. A noite of hunt-
ing it made within, AU the. fairiet run away,
Faustapf puUt off hit bucket head^ and ritet.]

Enter Page, Ford, Mrs. Page, ani Mrs. Ford.

They lay hold on him.

Page, Nay, do not fly ; I think, we have watch'd
'ou now :

ill none but Heme the hunter serve your turn?

Mr$. Page, I pray you, oome ; hold up the jest
no higlier :

Now, good Sir John, how like you Windsor wives ?
See you these, husband ? do not these fair yokes
Become the forest better than the town ?

Ford, Now, sir, who's a cuckold now ?— Master
Brook, Falstaflfs a knave, a cuckoldly knave;
here are his horns, Master Brook : And, Master
Brook, he hath enjoyed nothing of Ford's but his
buok-hssket, his cudgel, and twenty pounds of
money, which must be paid to Master Brook ; his
horses are arrested for it. Master Brook.

Mrt, Ford, Sir John, we have had ill luck; we
could never meet. I will never take you for my
love again, but I will always count you my deer.

FaL I do begin to perceive that I am made an
ass.

Ford, Ay, and an ox too; both the proofs are
extant.

FaL And these are not (airies? I was tliroe
or four times in the thought they were not fairies:
and jret the guiltiness of my mind, the sudden
surprise of my powers, drove the grossness of the
foppery into a received belief, in despite of the
teeth of all rhyme and reason, that they were
fairies. See now, how wit may be made a Jack-
a-lent, when t is upon ill employment.

Eva, Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave
your desires, and fairies will not pLnse you.

Ford, Well said, fairy Hugh.

Eva, And leave you your jealousies too, I pray

Ford, I will never mistrust my ^fe again, till
thou art able to woo her in good English.

F^ Have I laid my brain in tb© sun, and dried
it, that it wants matter to prevent so 8«»«/*f^
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Ford, What, a hodge-pudding ? a bag of flax ?

i/rf Page, A paflfed man ?

Page, Old, cold, withered, and of intolerable
entrails?

Ford, And one that is as slanderous as Satan ?

Page, And as poor as Job ?

Ford, And as wicked as his wife?

Eva, And given to fornications, and to taverns,
and sack, and wine, and nietheglins, and to drink-
ings, and swearings, and starings, pribbles and
prabbles?

FaL Well, I am your theme: yon have the
start of me ; I am dejected ; I am not able to
answer the Welsh flannel : ignorance itself is a
plammet o'er me ; use me as jovl will.

Ford, Marry, sir, we'll bring vou to Windsor,
to one Master Brook, that vou nave cozened of
money, to whom vou should have been a pander :
over and above tnat yoxx have suffered, I think,
to repay that money will be a biting affliction.

Page, Tet be oheerAil, knight : thou shalt eat a
posset to-night at my house ; where I will desire
thee to laugh at my wife that now laughs at thee :
Tell her Master Slender hath married her daughter.

Mrs. Page, Doctors doubt that ; if Anne Pl^B^e be
my daughter, she is, by this. Doctor Caius' wife.

[Aside,
Enter Slender.

Bkn. Whoo,hoI hoi Father Pagel

Page, Son I how now? how now, son? have
you despatched ?

Slen, Despatchedl-'Ill make the best in Glocea-
tershire know on't; would I were hanged, la, else.

Page, Of what, son?

Sim, Icamevonderat Eton to marry Mistress
Anne Page, and she's a great lubberly boy. If it
bad not been i' the church, I would have swinged
lim, or he should have swinged me. If I did not
think it had been Anne Page would I might never
stir, and 't is apostmaster^ boy.

Page, Upon my life then you took the wrong.

Sien, What need yon tell me that? I think so
when I took a boy for a girl : if I had been
narried to him, for all he was in woman's apparel,
[ would not have had him.

Page, Why, this is your ovm folly. Did not I
tell you how you sbould know my daughter by
her garments?

Slen. I went to her in white, and cried mi/m,
and she cried budget^ as Anne and I had appointed ;
and vet it was not Anne, but a postmaster s boy.

Mn, Page, Good George, be not angry : I knew
of your purpose ; turned m^ daughter into green ;
and, indeed, she is now with the doctor at the
deanery, and there married.



Enter Caius.

Caitia, Yere is Mutress Page? By gar, I am
cozened; I ha' married un gar^on, a boy; w
paiMtn^ , by gar, a boy ; it is not Anne Page : by
gar, I am cozened.

Mrs, Page, Why did you take her in green ?

Caius, Ay, be gar, and tb a boy; be gar, 111
raise all Windsor. [Exit Caius.

Ford, This is strange: who hath got the right
Anrie?

Page, My heart misgives me: here comes
Master Fenton.

Enter Fenton and Anne Paqb.

How now. Master Fenton?

Amte, Pardon, good &ther I good, my mother,
pardon I

Page, Now, mistress? bow chance jon went
not with Master Slender?

Mrs, Page, Why went you not with Master
Doctor, maid?

Fent, Tou do amaze her : hear the truth of it.
You would have married her most shamefully,
Where there was no proportion held in love.
The truth is, she and I, long smce contracted,
Are now so sure that nothing can dissolve us.
The offence Is holy that she bath committed:
And this deceit loses the name of craft,
Of disobedience, or unduteous title ;
Since therein she doth evitate and shun
A thousand irreligious cursed hours.
Which forcSd marriage would have brought upon
her.

Ford, Stand not amaz'd : here is no remedy :
In love, the heavens themselves do guide th«

state;
Money buys lands, and wives are sold by (ate.

Fed, I am glad, though you have taVi a special
stand to strike at me, that your t.rrow hath
glanced.

Page, Well, what remedy? FentMi, heaven
give thee joy I
What cannot be eschew'd must be embrao'd.

Fed, When night-dogs run all sorts ^ deer are
chas'd.

Mrs, Page, Well, I will muse no further:
Master Fenton,
Heaven give you many, many merry days I
Good husband, let us every one go home.
And laugh this sport o'er by a country fire;
Sir John and all.

Ford. Let it be so :— Sir John,
To Master Brook von yet shall hold your word;
For he, to-night, shall lie with Mistress Ford.

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VIKOBIVTIO, tlM Duke.

AlVGELO, the dapaty [in Uw Dak«*i alMMiM].

B8CALUS, &B MicleBt lord Moln«d with Angalo in tht

daDuUtlon].

CLAUDIO. a jwag gentleman. LUCIO, n fantaatlo.

Two other like Oentlemea. Proroet. THOMAS, a Mar.

PET£R. a Mar. A Jutiee.

ELBOW a Biaple conitabto.

BCENB-



DRAMAT/S PERSONS,

FBOTH, a fooliih gentlenaa. Oowa.
ABHOBSON, an ezecationer.



BA&NA&DIKS, a diMolate priMtter.

ISABELLA, lister to Claadlo.

MAUAHA, betrothed to Ang^

JUUET. beloved of Claudio. FBAMCX8CA, a mm.

mSTBESS OVERDONE, a bawd.

Lordi, Qentlemen, Ooards, Offlcen, and other Attendanta

-Vienna.



ACT L



SCENE I.— ^ Apartment in the Duke's Palace,
Enter Duke, Esoalus, Lords, and Attendants.

Duke, Escalus, —

Eacal. My lord.

Duke, Of gOTemment the properties to unfold,
Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse ;
Bince I am put to know, that your own science
Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice
My strength can give jrou : ITien, no more remains
Bat that, to your sufBciency as your worth, is able ;
And let them work. The nature of our people,
Oar city's institutions, and the terms
For common justice, you are as pregnant in,
As art and practice hath enriched any
That we remember : There is oar commission,
From which we would not have yoa warp. — Call

hither,
I say, bid oome before us Angelo.

[ExU an Attendant
What figure of us think you he will bear ?
For you must know, we have with special soul
Elected him our absence to supply ^
Lent him our terror, dress*d him with our love ;
And given his deputation all the organs
Of our own power : What think you of it?

E$oaL If any in Vienna be of worth
To undergo such ample grace and honour,
It is Lord Angelo.

EtUer Ahoelo.

Duhe. Look, wbero he comes.

Afig, Always obedient to your grace's will,
I come to know your pleasure.

Duke, Anselo,

There b a kind of character io thv lifoi
That, to the observer, doth thy history
Folly unfold : thyselt and thy belongings
Are not thine own so proper, as to waste
Thyself upon thy virtues, them on thee.
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do^
Not light them for themselves : for if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, Hwere all alike
As if we had them not Spirits are not finely

touch'd,
But to fine issues ; nor nature never lends
The smallest scruple of her excellence, I



But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines

Herself the glory of a creditor.

Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech

To one that can my part in him advertise;

Hold, therefore, Angelo:

In our remove, be thou at full ourself :

Mortality and mercy in Vienna

Live in the tongue and heart : Old Escalus,

Though first in (juestion, is thy secondary:

Tako thy commission.

Ang, Now, good my lord.

Let there be some more test made of my metal,
Before so noble and so great a figure
Be stamp'd upon it

Duke. No more evasion :

We have with a leaven*d and prepared choioe
Proceeded to you ; therefore take your honours.
Our haste from hence is of so quick condition,
That it prefers itself, and leaves unnuestion'd
Matters of needful value. We shall write to you
As time and our concemings shall importune.
How it goes with us ; and do look to know
What doth befall you here. So, (are you well :
To the hopeful execution do I leave you
Of your commissions.

Ang. Yet, give leave, my lord,

That we may bring you something on the way.

Duke, "hlLj haste may not admit it ;
Nor need you, on nine honour, have to do
With any scruple : your scope is as mine own :
So to enforce, or qualify the laws.
As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand
111 privily away : I love the people.
But do not like to stage me to their e^ves:
Though it do well, I ao not relish well
Their loud applause, and oom vehement :
Nor do I think the man of safe discretion.
That does affect it. Once more, fare you well.
Ang, The heavens give safety to your purposes I
EkoL Lead forth, and bring yoa back in happi*

ness.
Duke, I thank you : fare ypa well. [Exit,

EkoL I shall desire you, sir, to give ma leave
To have free speech with you ; and itooncema mo
To look into the bottom of my place :
A power I have ) but of what strength and nature
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Ang, *Tis so with me :— let us witharaw together,
And we may soon our satisfAciion have
Touching that point.

EbcoL 111 wait apon yoor honour.

[Exeunt,

SCENE n.^A Street.
JSnter LuCTO and two Gentlemen.

Lucio, If the duke with the other dukes come
not to composition with the Kine of Hungary,
why, then all the dukes fall upon the king.

1 Oent. Heaven grant us its peace, but not the
King of Hungary's I

2 Oent, Amen.

Jjudo, Thou condudest like the sanctimonious
pirate, that went to sea with the ten command-
ments, but scraped one out of the table.

2 Oent. Thou shalt not steal ?

Ludo. Ay, that he razed.

1 Oent. Why, 'tvras a commandment to command
the captain and all the rest from their functions ;
they put forth to steal : there's not a soldier of us
all, tnat, in the thanksgiving before meat, doth
relish the petition well that prays for peace.

2 Oent, I never heard any soldier dislike it.
Ludo. I believe thee ; for, I think, thoa never

\rast where grace was said.

2 Oent, No ? a dozen times at least

1 Oent, What? in metre?

Ludo. In any proportion, or in any language.

1 Oent, I think, or in any religion.

Ludo, Ay I why not? Grace is grace, despite
of all controversy: As for example: Thou thyself
art a wicked villain, despite of ail grace.

1 Oent. Well, there went but a pair of shears-
between us.

Zmdo. I grant ; as there maj between the lists
and the velvet : Thou art the list

1 Oent, And thou the velvet : thou art good
velvet: thouVt a three-piled piece, I warrant thee:
I had as lief be a list of an English kersey, as be
pil'd. as thou art piPd, for a French velvet. Do I
speak feelingly now?

Ludo, 1 think thon dost; and, indeed, with
most painful feeling of thy speech : I will, out of
thine own confession, learn to begin thy health;
but, whilst I live, forget to drink after thee.

1 Oent, I think I have done myself wrong ; have
I not?

2 OenL Tes, that thou hast ; whether thou are
tainted, or free.

Ludo. Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation
comes I I have purchased as many diseases under
her roof, as come to—

2 Oent. To what, I pray?

1 Oent. Judge.

2 Oent. To three thousand dollars a-year.
1 Oent. Ay, and more.

Ludo. A French crown more.

1 Oent. Thou art always figuring diseases in
me : bnt thou art full of error ; I am sound.

Ludo, Nay, not as one would say, healthy ; bnt
so sound, as things that are hollow : thy bones are
hollow : impiety has made a feast of thee.

J^n^Bawd.

1 Oent. How now ? Which of your hips has
the most orofound sciatica?

Batod. Well, well ; there's one yonder arrested,
and carried to prison, was worth five thousand of
you all.

1 Oent. Who's that I pray thee?



Bawd. Marry, sir, that's Claudio, Signbr
Claudio.

1 Oent, Claudio to prison I *tis not so.

Bawd, Nay, but I know, 'tis so; I saw htm
arrested ; saw him carried away ; and, which is
more, within these three days his head's to bo
chopped off.

Ludo, But, after all this fooling, I would not
have it so : Art thou sure of thb?

Bawd I am too sure of it: and it is for getting
Madam Julietta with child.

Ludo, Believe me, this may be: he promised
to meet me two hours since; and he was ever
precise in promise-keeping.

2 Oent, Besides, you know, it draws something
near to the speech we had to such a purpose.

1 Oent, But most of all, agreeing with the
proclamation.

Ludo, Away ; let^ go learn the truth of it

[Exeunt Lucid and Gentlemen.

Bawd Thus, what with the war, what with the
sweat, what with the gallows, and what with
poverty, I am custom-shrunk. How now ? what's
tiie news with you?

Enter Clown.

Ch, Yonder man is carried to prisoa

Bawd Well ; what has he done?

Clo, A woman.

Bawd But what's his offence?

Clo, Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.

Bawd Wnat, is there a maid Avith child by him?

Clo. No; buttliere^ a woman with maid by
him : you have not heard of the proclamation, have
you?

Bawd What proclamation, man ?

Clo, All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must
bepluck'ddown.

Bawd And what shall become of those in the city?

Clo. They shall stand for seed : the^ had gone
down too, but that a wise burgher put in for them.

BauxL But shall our houses ot resort in the
suburbs be puUd down ?

Oh, To the ground, mistress.

Bawd Whv, here's a change, indeed, in the
commonwealth ! What shall become of me?

Clo. Come; fear not you; good counsellors lack
no clients: though you change your place, you
need not change your trade ; 111 be you tapster
still. Courage ; tnere will be pity taken on yon :
yon that have worn your eyes almost out in the
service, yon will be considered.

Bawtl What's to do here, Thomas Tapster?
Let's withdraw.

Clo. Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the
provost to prison: and there's Madam Juliet

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SCENE IX.— TT^soms.

Enter Provost, Claudio, Juliet, and OOieers ;
Luoio, and two Gentlemen.

Claud Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to
the world?
Bear me to prison, where I am committed.

Prop. I do it not in evil disposition.
But firom Lord Angelo by special charge.

Claud. Thus can the demi god. Authority,
Make us pay down for our offence by weipjht —
The words of heaven ;— on whom it will, it will;
On whom it will not, so ; yet still 'tis just

Ludo. Whv, how now, CUadio ? whence oomos
this restraint r f ^ \

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Claud. Prom too much liberty, my Lucio,
liberty:
Am surfeit is the father of mnch fast,
So every scope by tlie immoderate use
Turns to restraint: Our natures do pursue
(Like rati that ravin down their proper bane)
A thirsty eril, and when we drink, we die.

iMcio. If I could speak so wisely under an
arrest, I would send for certain of my creditors :
and yet, to say the truth, J had as lief have the
foppery of freedom, as the morality of imprison-
ment— What*s thy offence, Claudio? ,
Claud. What,but to speuLofwould offend again.
Ludo, What! ist murder?
CUmd, No.
Ludo. Lechery f
Claud, Call it so.
iVtw. Away, SU-; you must go.
Claud, One word, good friend ^— Luci0| a word
with you. [ Tales lum agide.
Lucio. A hundred, if theyll do you any good.—
Is lechery so look'd after?
Claud, llius stands it with me :— upon a true
contract,
I got possession of Julietta*s bed ;
You know the lady ; she is fast my wife,
gave that we do the denunciation lack
Of outwurd order : this we came not to,
Only for propagation of a dower
Remaining in the coffer of her friends ;
1- rom whom we thought it meet to hide our love,
Till time had made them for us. But it chances,
The stealth of our most mutual entertainment,
With character too gross, is writ on Juliet
Ludo. With child^ perhaps?
Claud. Unhappily, even so.
And the new deputy now for the oukc,—
Whether it be the tault and rfimpse of newness :
Or whether that the body public be
A horse whereon the governor doth ride,
Who, newly in the seat, that it may know
He can command, lets it stra^ht feel the spur ;
Whether the tyranny be in his place,
Or m his eminence that fills it up,
I stagger in ^-but this new governor
Awakes me all the enrolled penalties,
Whidi have, like unscour'd armour, hung by the

80 long, that nineteen sodiacs have gone round,
And none of Uiem been worn : and, for a name,
Now puts the drowsy and neglected act
Frcsluy on me : — 'tis surely, for a name.
Luao. I warrant, it is : and thy head stands 00



Claud. I thank you, good.friend Lueio.

Ludo. Within two hours,—

Claud. Come, officer, away. [Emint.

SCENE IV.— -4 JUbruutary.
Enter Duke and Friar Thomas.
Duie. No, holy fiither; 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. ,

Fri. May your grace speak of it ?

Ihthe. 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 keep»
I have delivered 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 strewed it in the common ear,
And so it is receiv'd : Now, pious sir.
You will demand of me, why I do this?
Fri, Gladly, my lord.

Duie. We have strict statutes, and most biting
laws
(The needful bits and curbs to headstrong steeds),
Which for this fourteen years we have let sleep ;
Even like an o'ergrown lion in a cave,
That goes not out to prey : Now, as fond fathers
Havuig bound up the threafning twigs of birch,
Only to stick it in theur children's sight,
For terror, not to use: in time the rod
Becomes more mock*d than fear'd: so our decrees,
Dead to infiiction, to themselves are dead;



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