Imagini ale paginilor

But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness:
Three months this youth hath tended upon me ;
But more of that anon.-Take him aside.
Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have,
Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?—
Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.
Vio. Madam?

Duke. Gracious Olivia,--

Oli. What do you say, Cesario?-Good my lord,Vio. My lord would speak, my duty hushes me. Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord, It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear, As howling after music.

Duke. Still so cruel?

Oli. Still so constant, lord.

Duke. What! to perverseness? you uncivil lady, To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars My son the faithfull'st offerings hath breath'd out, That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do?

Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become him.

Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,
Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death,
Kill what I love; a savage jealousy,

Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave
I have travell'd but two hours.

Duke. O, thon dissembling cub! what wilt thou be,
When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,
That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?
Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet,
Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.
Vio. Mylord, Ido protest,-

That sometime savours nobly?-But hear me this :
Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
And that I partly know the instrument
That screws me from my true place in your favour,
Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still;
But this your minion, whom, fknow, you love,
And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.-
Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief:
I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
To spite a raven's heart within a dove.
Vio. And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly,
To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die."

Oli. Where goes Cesario? 10. After him I love,


Oli. O, do not swear;

Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.
Enter Sir ANDRew Ague-cheeK, with his head broke.
Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon! send one
presently to Sir Toby.


More than love these eyes, more than my life,
More, by all mores, thane'er I shall love wife:
If I do feign, you witnesses above,
Punish my life, for tainting of my love!
Oli, Ahme, detested! how am I beguil'd!

Oli. What's the matter?

Sir And. He has broke my head across, and has given sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your help! I had rather than forty pound I were at home.

Oli. Who has done this, sir Andrew?

Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate.

Duke. My gentleman, Cesario?

Sir And. Od's lifelings, here he is:- You broke my head for nothing; and that, that I did, I was set on to do't by sir Toby.

Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you: You drew your sword upon me, without cause; But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.

Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think, you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb. Enter Sir TOBY BELCH, drunk, led by the Clown. Ilere comes sir Toby halting, you shall hear more: but if he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you othergates than he did.

Duke. How now, gentleman? how is't with you? Sir To.That's all one; he has hurt me, and there's the end on't.-Sot, did'st see Dick surgeon, sot? Clo. O he's drunk, sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes were set at eight i'the morning.

Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passy-measure, or apavin, 1 hate a drunken rogue.

Oli. Away with him! Who hath made this havock with them?

Sir And. I'll help you, sir Toby, because we'll be

Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you dressed together. wrong?

Ol. Hast then forgot thyself? is it so long? Call forth the holy father, [Exit an Attendant. [To Viola.

Duke. Comeaway!

Ol. Whither, my lord?-Cesario, husband, stay.
Duke. Hasband?

Oli. Ay, husband; can he that deny?
Duke. Her husband, sirrah?

Vio. No, my lord, not 1.

Ol. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear, That makes thee strangle thy propriety: Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up; Be that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art As great as that thou fear'st.-0, welcome, father! Re-enter Attendant, and Priest. Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence, Here to unfold (though lately we intended To keep in darkness, what occasion now Reveals before 'tis ripe,) what thon dost know Hath newly past between this youth and me. Priest. A contract of eternal bond of love, Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Attested by the holy close of lips, Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings; And all the ceremony of this compact Seal'd in my function, by my testimony:

Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a coxcomb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull? Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to! [Exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew.


Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman; But, had it been the brother of my blood,

I must have done no less, with wit, and safety.
You throw a strange regard upon me,
By that I do perceive it hath offended you;
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
We made each other but so late ago.

Duke. One face, one voice. one habit, and two per


A natural perspective, that is, and is not.

Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio!

How have the hours rack'd aud tortur'd me,
Since I have lost thee.

Ant. Sebastian are you?

Seb. Fear'st thou that, Antonio?

Ant. How have you made division of yourself? An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin, Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?

Oli. Most wonderful!

Seb. DoIstand there? I never had a brother: Nor can there be that deity in my nature,

[ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small]

Of here and every where. I had a sister,
Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd:-
For charity, what kin are you to me?

. [To Viola.

What countryman? what name? what parentage? Vio. Of Messaline: Sebastian was my father; Sucha Sebastian was my brother too,

So went he suited to his watery tomb:

If spirits can assume both form and suit,
You come to fright us.

Seb. A spirit I am, indeed;

But am in that dimension grossly clad,
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,
Ishould my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say: Thrice welcome, drowned Viola!
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
Seb. And so had mine.

Vio. And died that day, when Viola from her birth
Had number'd thirteen years.

Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul !
He finished, indeed, his mortal act

That day, that made my sister thirteen years.
Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both,
But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
Do not embrace me, till each circumstance
Of place, time, fortune, do cohere, and jump,
That I am Viola: which to confirm,

I'll bring you to a captain in this town,

Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle help
I was preserv'd, to serve this noble count:
All the occurrence of my fortune since
Hath been between this lady, and this lord.
Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mistook :

[To Olivia.

But nature to her bias drew in that.
You would have been contracted to a maid;
Nor are you therein, by my life, deceiv'd,
You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.
Duke. Be not amaz'd; right noble is his blood.-
If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,
I shall have share in this most happy wreck:

Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times,[To Viola.
Thou never should'st love woman like to me.
Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear;
And all those swearings keep as true in soul,
As doth that orbed continent the fire
That severs day from night.

Duke. Give me thy hand;

And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds!

Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on shore,
Hath my maid's garments: he, upon some action,
Is now in durance; at Malvolio's suit,

A gentleman, and follower of my lady's.

Oli. He shall enlarge him. Fetch Malvolio hither :-
And yet, alas, now I remember me,

They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
Re-enter Clown with a letter.

A most extracting frenzy of mine own
From my remembrance clearly banish'd his.—
How does he, sirrah?

Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do: he has here writ a letter to you, I should have given it you to-day | morning; but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much, when they are delivered. Oli. Open it, and read it!

Clo. So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits, is to read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear!

Oli. Read it you, sirrah!

[To Fabian. Fab. [reads.] By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and the world shall know it: though you have put me into darkness, and given your drunken cousin rule over me, yet have I the benefit of my senses as well, as your ladyship. I have your own letter that induced me to the semblance I put on; with the which I doubt not but to do myself much right, or you much shame. Think of me as you please. I leave my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of my injury. The madly-used MALVOLIO.

Oli. Did he write this?

Clo. Ay, madam.

Duke. This savours not much of distraction. Oli. See him delivered, Fabian; bring him hither! [Exit Fabian. My lord,so please you,these things further thought on, To think me as well a sister as a wife,

One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you, Here at my house, and at my proper cost.

Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer.Your master quits you, [To Viola.] and, for your service done him,

So much against the mettle of your sex,

So far beneath your soft and tender breeding,
And since you call'd me master for so long,
Here is my hand; you shall from this time be
Your master's mistress.

Oli. A sister?-you are she.

Re-enter FABIAN, with MALVOLIO.

Duke. Is this the madman?

Oli. Ay, my lord, the same:How now, Malvolio?

Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, Notorious wrong.

Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no.

Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter:
You must not now deny it is your hand,
Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrase;
Or say, 'tis not your seal, nor your invention:
You can say none of this. Well, grant it then,
And tell me, in the modesty of honour,

Why you have given me such clear lights of favour;
Bade me come smiling, and cross-garter'd to you,
To put on yellow stockings, and to frown
Upon sir Toby, and the lighter people?
And, acting this in an obedient hope,
Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd;
Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,
And made the most notorious geck, and gull,
That e'er invention play'd on? tell me why?
Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Though, I confess, much like the character:"
But, out of question, 'tis Maria's hand.
And now I do bethink me, it was she
First told me, thou wast mad; then cam'st in smiling,
And in such forms which here were presuppos'd
Upon thee in the letter. Pr'ythee, be content!
This pratice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon thee;
But, when we know the grounds and authors of it,
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge

Of thine own cause.

Fab. Good madam, hear me speak,

Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool de- And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come, livers the madman:-By the lord, madam,— Oli. How now! art thou mad?

Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness: an your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you must al

low vox.

Oli. Pr'ythee, read i'thy right wits!

Taint the condition of this present hour,
Which I have wonder'd at. In hope, it shall not,
Most freely I confess, myself, and Toby,
Set this device against Malvolio here,
Upon some stubboru and uncourteous parts,
We had conceiv'd against him: Maria writ

The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance;
In recompense whereof he hath married her.
How with a sportful malice it was follow'd,
May rather pluck on laughter, than revenge;
If that the injuries be justly weigh'd,
That have on both sides past.

Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee!
Clo. Why, some are born great, some achieve great-
ness, and some have greatness thrown upon them.
I was one, sir, in this interlude; one sir Topas, sir; but
that's all one:- By the Lord, fool, I am not mad;
But do you remember? Madam, why laugh you at
such abarren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagg'd:
And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
Mal, I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you. [Exit.
Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd.
Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace!-
He hath not told us of the captain yet;
When that is known, and golden time convents,
A solemn combination shall be made

Of our dear souls.-Mean time, sweet sister,
We will not part from hence.-Cesario, come!
For so you shall be, while you are a man;
But, when in other habits you are seen,
Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen.



Clo. When that I was and a tiny little boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy ;
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man's estate,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, 'Gainst knave and thief men shut their gate, For the rain it rainethe every day.

But when I came, alas! to wive,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came unto my bed,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still had drunken head,
For the rain it raineth every day.

A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.



Persons of the Drama.

VINCENTIO, duke of Vienna.

ANGELO, lord deputy in the duke's absence.

ELBOW, a simple constable.

FROTH, a foolish gentleman.

ESCALUS, an ancient lord, joined with Angelo in the Clown, servant to Mrs Over-done.


CLAUDIO, a young gentleman.

LUCIO, a fantastic.

Two other like gentlemen.

VARRIUS, a gentleman, servant to the duke.


THOMAS, two friars.


A Justice.

ABHORSON, an executioner.

[blocks in formation]


A C T I.


Mistress OVER-DONE, a bawd.

Lords, Gentlemen, Guards, Officers, and other Attendants.


An apartment in the Duke's palace.
Enter Duke, ESCALUS, Loṛds, and Attendants.
Duke. Escalus,—

Escal. My lord.

Duke. Of government the properties to unfold, Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse; Since I am put to know, that your own science Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice, My strength can give you. Then no more remains, But that to your sufficiency, as your worth is able, And let them work. The nature of our people, Our 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 our commission, From which we would not have you warp.-Call hither, I say, bid come before us Angelo. —

[Exit an Attendant.

[blocks in formation]



Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues

Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike,

2 Gent. I never heard any soldier dislike it. Lucio. I believe thee; for, I think, thou never wast

As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd, where grace was said.

But to fine issues: nor nature never lends

The smallest scruple of her excellence,
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 cau my part in him advértise;
Hold therefore, Angelo;

In our remove, be thou at full ourself!
Mortality and mercy in Vienna

Live in thy tongue and heart. Old Escalus,
Though first in question, is thy secondary:
Take thy commission!

Ang. Now, good my lord,

Let there be some more test made of Before so noble and so great a figure

Be stamp'd upon it.

Duke. No more evasion!

my metal,

We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice
Proceeded to you; therefore take your honours!
Our haste from hence is of so quick condition,
That it prefers itself, and leaves unquestion'd
Matters of needful value. We shall write to you,
As time and our concernings shall impórtune,
How it goes with us; and do look to know
What doth befal you here; So, fare 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. My haste may not admit it;

Nor need you, on mine 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!
I'll privily away: I love the people,
But do not like to stage me to their eyes:
Though it do well, I do not relish well
Their loud applause, and aves 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!
Escal. Lead forth, and bring you back in happiness!
Duke. I thank you: fare you well.


Escal. I shall desire you, sir, to give me leave To have free speech with you; and it concerns me To look into the bottom of my place:

A power I have; but of what strength and nature,

I am not yet instructed.

Ang. "Tis so with me:- let us withdraw together, And we may soon our satisfaction have

Touching that point.

Escal. I'll wait upon your honour.

SCENE II. A sireet.

Enter LUCIO and two Gentlemen.


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

1 Gent. Heaven grant us its peace, but not the king of Hungary's!

2 Gent. Amen.

Lucio. Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scraped one out of the table.

2 Gent. Thou shalt not steal? Lucio. Ay, that he razed.

2 Gent. No? a dozen times at least.

1 Gent. What? in metre?

Lucio. In any proportion, or in any language. 1 Gent. I think, or in any religion.

Lucio. Ay! why not? Grace is grace, despite of all controversy: as for example, thou thyself art a wicked villain, despite of all grace.

1 Gent. Well, there went but a pair of sheers be

tween us.

Lucio. I grant; as there may between the lists and the velvet: thou art the list.

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

Lucio. I think thou 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 Gent. I think, I have done myself wrong; have I not? 2 Gent. Yes, that thou hast ; whether thou art tainted or free.

Lucio. Behold, behold, where madam Mitigation comes! I have purchased as many diseases under her roof, as come to

2 Gent. To what, I pray?

1 Gent. Judge!

2 Gent. To three thousand dollars a-year:

1 Gent. Ay, and more.

Lucio. A French crown more.

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

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

Enter Bawd.

1 Gent. How now? Which of your hips has the most profound sciatica?

Bawd. Well, well; there's one yonder arrested, and carried to prison, was worth five thousand of you all. 1 Gent. Who's that, I pray thee?

Bawd. Marry, sir, that's Claudio, signior Claudio. 1 Gent. Claudio to prison! 'tis not so.

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

Lucio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so. Art thou sure of this?

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

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

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

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

Lucio. Away; let's go learn the truth of it!,

[Exeunt Lucio 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 the news with you? Enter Clown.

Clo. Yonder man is carried to prison.
Bawd. Well; what has he done?
Clo. A woman.
Bawd. But what's his offence?

1 Gent. Why, 'twas 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, that, in the thanksgiving before meat, doth relish the peti-Clo. Groping for trouts in a peculiar river.

tion well, that prays for peace.

Bawd. What, is there a maid with child by him?

Clo. No; but there is a woman with maid by him. You | And the new deputy now for the duke,
have not heard of the proclamation, have you?
Bawd. What proclamation, man?

Clo. All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be pluck'd down.

Bawd. And what shall become of those in the city? Clo. They shall stand for seed: they had gone down too, but that a wise burgher put in for them. Bawd. But shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs be pull'd down?

Clo. To the ground, mistress.

[ocr errors]

Whether it be the fault and glimpse 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 straight feel the spur:
Whether the tyranny be in his place,
Or in his eminence, that fills it up,
I stagger in: - - but this new governor
Awakes me all the enrolled penalties,
Which have, like unscour'd armour, hung by the wall

Bawd. Why, here's a change, indeed, in the com-So long, that nineteen zodiacs have gone round,
monwealth! What shall become of me?

And none of them been worn; and, for a name, Clo. Come; fear not you: good counsellors lack no Now puts the drowsy and neglected act clients though you change your place, you need not Freshly on me : - 'tis surely, for a name. change your trade; I'll be your tapster still. Courage! Lucio. I warrant, it is: and thy head stands so tickle there will be pity taken on you: you, that have worn on thy shoulders, that a milk-maid,if she be in love,may your eyes almost out in the service, you will be consi-sigh it off. Send after the duke, and appeal to him! dered. Claud. I have done so, but he's not to be found.

Bawd. What's to do here, Thomas Tapster? Let's Ipr'ythee, Lucio, do me this kind service! withdraw!

Clo. Here comes signior Claudio, led by the provost to prison; and there's madam Juliet.

SCENE III. The same.


Enter Provost, CLAUDIO, JULIET, and Officers;
LUCIO, and two Gentlemen.

Claud. Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the

Bear me to prison, where I am committed!
Prov. I do it not in evil disposition,

But from lord Angelo by special charge.

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

Lucio. Why, how now, Claudio? whence comes this restraint?

Claud. From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty:
As surfeit is the father of much fast,

So every scope by the immoderate use
Turns to restraint: our natures do pursue
(Like rats that ravin down their proper bane,)
A thirsty evil; and, when we drink, we die.
Lucio. If I could speak so wisely under an arrest, I
would send for certain of my creditors. And yet, to say
the truth, I had as lief have the foppery of freedom, as
the morality of imprisonment.-What's thy offence,

Claud. What, but to speak of would offend again.
Lucio. What is it? murder?

Claud. No.

Lucio. Lechery?

Claud. Call it so.

Prov. Away, sir; you must go.

This day my sister should the cloister enter,
And there receive her approbation.
Acquaint her with the danger of my state;
Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends
To the strict deputy; bid herself assay him;
I have great hope in that: for in her youth
There is a prone and speechless dialect,
Such as moves men; beside, she hath prosperous art,
When she will play with reason and discourse,
And well she can persuade.

Claud. One word, good friend: - Lucio, a word with you! [Takes him aside. Lucio. A hundred, if they'll do you any good. Is lechery so look'd after?

Claud. Thus stands it with me:- upon a true contrict

I got possession of Julietta's bed;

You know the lady; she is fast my wife,
Save that we do the denunciation lack

Of outward order: this we came not to,

Only for propagation of a dower
Remaining in the coffer of her friends;

From whom we thought it meet to hide our love,
Till time had made them for us.

But it chances,

[blocks in formation]

Lucio. I pray, she may: as well for the encouragement of the like, which else would stand under grievous imposition, as for the enjoying of thy life, who I would be sorry should be thus foolishly lost at a game of tick-tack. I'll to her.

Claud. I thank you, good friend Lucio.
Lucio. Within two hours,-

Claud. Come, officer, away!

[blocks in formation]

-A monastery.

[ocr errors][ocr errors]



Enter Duke and Friar THOMAS.
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.

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

(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 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,
(The needful bits and curbs for head-strong steeds,)
Which for these fourteen years 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.

« ÎnapoiContinuă »