Paris monologue — Philip Massinger

The whole world being one, This place is not exempted; and I am So confident in the justice of our cause, That I would wish Cæsar, in whose great name All kings are comprehended, sate as judge To hear our plea, and then determine of us. If to express a man sold to his lusts, Wasting the treasure of his time and fortunes In wanton dalliance, and to what sad end A wretch that’s so given over does arrive at; Deterring careless youth by his example, From such licentious courses; laying open The snares of bawds, and the consuming arts Of prodigal strumpets, can deserve reproof; Why are not all your golden principles Writ down by grave philosophers to instruct us, To choose fair virtue for our guide, not pleasure, Condemn’d unto the fire?