113: _Lord_] om. F2 F3 F4. 115: _offence_] _offence'_ (for _offences_) S. Walker conj. 115, 116: _by weight The words_] Ff. _by weight; I' th' words_ Hanmer. _by weight. The words_ Warburton (after Davenant). _by weight--The sword_ Roberts conj. _by weight The word_ Halliwell. _by weight.--The word's_ Becket conj. _by weight--The works_ Jackson conj. See note (V). 117: _yet still 'tis just_] _yet 'tis just still_ S. Walker conj. 121: _every scope_] _liberty_ Wheeler MS. 124: _A thirsty evil_] _An evil thirst_ Davenant's version. _A thirsted evil_ Spedding conj. 128: _morality_] Rowe (after Davenant). _mortality_ Ff. 141: _denunciation_] _pronunciation_ Collier MS. 143: _propagation_] F2 F3 F4. _propogation_ F1. _prorogation_ Malone conj. _procuration_ Jackson conj. _preservation_ Grant White. 147: _most_] om. Hanmer. 148: _on_] F1. _in_ F2 F3 F4. 151: _fault and_] _flash and_ Johnson conj. _foult or_ Id. conj. _foil and_ Anon. conj. _fault and_] _flash and_ Johnson conj. _fault or_ Id. conj. _foil and_ Anon. conj. _glimpse_] _guise_ Anon. conj. 161: _nineteen_] _fourteen_ Whalley conj. 165: _it is_] _so it is_ Hanmer (who prints line 165-167 as four verses ending _stands, milkmaid, off, him._ 166: _she be_] _she be but_ Hanmer. 173: _voice_] _name_ Wheler MS. 175: _youth_] _zenith_ Johnson conj. 176: _prone_] _prompt_ Johnson conj. _pow'r_ Id. conj. _proue_ Becket conj. 177: _move_] Ff. _moves_ Rowe. _beside_] _besides_ Capell. 181: _under_] F1. _upon_ F2 F3 F4. _on_ Hanmer, who prints 179-185 as six verses ending _may, like, imposition, be, tick-tack, Lucio._ _imposition_] _inquisition_ Johnson conj. (withdrawn). 182: _the enjoying of_] om. Hanmer. _who I would_] _which I'd_ Hanmer. 184: _her_] _her strait_ Hanmer. 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 More grave and wrinkled than the aims and ends 5 Of burning youth. _Fri. T._ May your grace speak of it? _Duke._ 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, and witless bravery keeps. 10 I have deliver'd to Lord Angelo, A man of stricture and firm abstinence, My absolute power and place here in Vienna, And he supposes me travell'd to Poland; For so I have strew'd it in the common ear, 15 And so it is received. Now, pious sir, You will demand of me why I do this? _Fri. T._ Gladly, my lord.