Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duk. (For so I haue strewd it in the common eare)
Duk. And so it is receiu'd: Now (pious Sir)
Duk. You will demand of me, why I do this.
Fri. Fri.
Fri. Gladly, my Lord.
Duk. Duk.
Duk. We haue strict Statutes, and most biting Laws,
Duk. (The needfull bits and curbes to headstrong weedes,)
Duk. Which for this foureteene yeares, we haue let slip,
Duk. Euen like an ore7#x2011;growne Lyon in a Caue
Duk. That goes not out to prey: Now, as fond Fathers,
Duk. Hauing bound vp the threatning twigs of birch,
Duk. Onely to sticke it in their childrens sight,
Duk. For terror, not to vse: in time the rod
Duk. More mock'd, then fear'd: so our Decrees,
Duk. Dead to infliction, to themselues are dead,
Duk. And libertie, plucks Iustice by the nose;
Duk. The Baby beates the Nurse, and quite athwart
Duk. Goes all decorum.