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MEASURE FOR MEASURE. P 31
Even like an o'er-grown lion in a cave,
That goes not out to prey : Now, as fond fathers Having bound up the threafning twigs of birch, Only to siick it in their children's fight, '
For terror, not to use; in time the rod
Becomes more mock'd, than fear'd: 3 so our de
Dead to infliftion, to themselves are dead;
The baby beats the nurse, 9 and quite athwart