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.

May your Grace speak of it?

My holy sir, none better knows than you

How I have ever loved the life removed,

And held in idle price to haunt assemblies

Where youth, and cost, a witless bravery keeps.

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 travelled to Poland;

For so I have strewed it in the common ear,

And so it is received. Now, pious sir,

You will demand of me why I do this?

Gladly, my lord.

We have strict statutes and most biting laws,

The needful bits and curbs to headstrong weeds,

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 mocked than feared: 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.

It rested in your Grace

To unloose this tied-up justice when you pleased;

And it in you more dreadful would have seemed

Than in Lord Angelo.

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 imposed 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

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.