justice, Fathers.

Decius:

Whither run you?

Antinous:

For (honoured fathers) that you all may know
That I alone am not unmatchable
In crimes of this condition, lest perhaps
You might conceive, as yet the case appears,
That this foul stain, and guilt runs in a bloud;
Before this presence, I accuse this Lady
Of as much vile ingratitude to me.
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Cassilanes:

Impudent Traitor!

Philander:

Her? O spare _Antinous_;
The world reputes thee valiant, do not soyle
All thy past nobleness with such a cowardize.
As murthering innocent Ladies will stamp on thee.

Antinous:

Brave Prince, with what unwillingness I force
Her follies, and in those her sin, be witness,
All these about me: she is bloudy minded,
And turns the justice of the Law to rigor:
It is her cruelites, not I accuse her:
Shall I have Audience?

Erota:

Let him speak my Lords.

Decius:

Your memory will rot.

Antinous:

Cast all your eyes
On this, what shall I call her? truthless woman,
When often in my discontents, the sway
Of her unruly bloud, her untam'd passion,
(Or name it as you list) had hour by hour
Solicited my love, she vow'd at last
She could not, would not live unless I granted
What she long sued for: I in tender pity,
To save a Lady of her birth from ruine,
Gave her her life, and promis'd to be hers:
Nor urg'd I ought from her, but secresie,
And then enjoyn'd her to supply such wants
As I perceiv'd my Fathers late engagements
Had made him subject to; what shall I heap up
Long repetitions? she to quit my pity,
Not only hath discover'd to my Father
What she had promis'd to conceal, but also
Hath drawn my life into this fatal forfeit;
For which since I must dye, I crave a like
Equality of justice against her;
Not that I covet bloud, but that she may not
Practise this art of falsehood on some other,
Perhaps more worthy of her love hereafter.

Porphycio:

If this be true--

Erota:

My Lords, be as the Law is,
Indifferent, upright, I do plead guilty:
Now Sir, what glory have you got by this?
293] 'Las man, I meant not to outlive thy doom,
Shall we be friends in death?

Cassilanes:

Hear me, the villain
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