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Liberty Verses William Shakespeare The Comedy of Errors, Act II, Scene I A man is master of his liberty: Duke. We have strict statutes and most biting laws,— The needful bits and curbs to headstrong steeds,— Which for this fourteen years we have let sleep; 24 Even like an o’ergrown lion in a cave, That goes not out to prey. Now, as fond fathers, Having bound up the threat’ning twigs of birch, Only to stick it in their children’s sight 28 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; 32 The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum. |