I. 3.
25 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;
And liberty plucks justice by the nose;
30 The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart
Goes all decorum.
Fri. T.
It rested in your Grace
To unloose this tied-up justice when you pleased: