Come, officer, away!
Exeunt.
[ I. 3 Scene III.] A monastery.
Enter Duke and Friar Thomas.
Duke. 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.