| ACT I SCENE III | A monastery. | |
| | Enter DUKE VINCENTIO and FRIAR THOMAS | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | 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 | 5 |
| | More grave and wrinkled than the aims and ends | |
| | Of burning youth. | |
| FRIAR THOMAS | May your grace speak of it? | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | My holy sir, none better knows than you | |
| | How I have ever loved the life removed | 10 |
| | 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, | 15 |
| | 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 THOMAS | Gladly, my lord. | 20 |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | We have strict statutes and most biting laws. | |
| | The needful bits and curbs to headstrong weeds, | |
| | Which for this nineteen years we have let slip; | |
| | Even like an o'ergrown lion in a cave, | |
| | That goes not out to prey. Now, as fond fathers, | 25 |
| | Having bound up the threatening 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; | 30 |
| | And liberty plucks justice by the nose; | |
| | The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart | |
| | Goes all decorum. | |
| FRIAR THOMAS | It rested in your grace | |
| | To unloose this tied-up justice when you pleased: | 35 |
| | And it in you more dreadful would have seem'd | |
| | Than in Lord Angelo. | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | I do fear, too dreadful: | |
| | Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope, | |
| | 'Twould be my tyranny to strike and gall them | 40 |
| | 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 imposed the office; | |
| | Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home, | 45 |
| | 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 | 50 |
| | How I may formally in person bear me | |
| | Like a true friar. More 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 | 55 |
| | 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 | |