Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Modern)
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Enter Antiochus.
¶Antiochus He hath found the meaning,
Not live to trumpet forth my infamy,
¶Nor tell the world Antiochus doth sin
195In such a loathèd manner.
¶And therefore instantly this prince must die,
¶For by his fall my honor must keep high.
¶[Calling] Who attends us there?
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Enter Thaliard.
200Thaliard Doth your Highness call?
¶Antiochus Thaliard -- you are of our chamber, Thaliard,
¶And our mind partakes her private actions
¶To your secrecy; and for your faithfulness
[He gives him poison and gold.] Here's poison, and here's gold.
¶We hate the Prince of Tyre, and thou must kill him.
¶It fits thee not to ask the reason why:
¶Because we bid it. Say, is it done?
¶Thaliard My lord, 'tis done.
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Enter a Messenger.
¶Messenger My lord, Prince Pericles is fled.
[Exit Messenger.]
[Exit Thaliard.]
¶[Antiochus] Thaliard, adieu. 'Til Pericles be dead,
¶My heart can lend no succor to my head.
[Exit.]
