Speak freely; slash, stab, rive and rend!
The Dean.
I have a milder way, my friend.
But briefly; for our duties press.
One little matter, I confess,
I’d have you from to-day set right;
A task that cannot but be light.
Nay, I imagine you can guess
Half what I’m hinting at, at least?
I mean, your duties as a priest.