Francis Beaumont,
The Laws of Candy
“ Can this be so Antinous? Antinous'Tis all true, Nor hath my much wrong'd father limn'd my faults In colours half so black, as in themselves, My guilt hath dy'd them: were there mercy left, Yet mine own shame would be my Executioner: Lords, I am guilty. ErotaThou beliest, Antinous, Thine innocence: alas, my Lords, he's desperate, And talks he knows not what: you must not credit His lunacy; I can my self disprove This accusation: Cassilane, be yet More mercifull; I beg it. CassilanesTime, not fate, The world, or what is in it, shall not alter My resolution: he shall dye. ”
