502[Nota qualiter Thaliartus Miles, vt Appolinum veneno intoxicaret, ab Antiocho in Tyrum missus, ipso ibidem non inuento Antiochiam rediit.]

503 Bot se we now what is befalle

504Upon the ferste tale plein,

505And torne we therto ayein.

506Antiochus the grete Sire,

507Which full of rancour and of ire

508His herte berth, so as ye herde,

509Of that this Prince of Tyr ansuerde,

510He hadde a feloun bacheler,

511Which was his prive consailer,

512And Taliart be name he hihte:

513The king a strong puison him dihte

514Withinne a buiste and gold therto,

515In alle haste and bad him go

516Strawht unto Tyr, and for no cost

517Ne spare he, til he hadde lost

518The Prince which he wolde spille.

519And whan the king hath seid his wille,

520This Taliart in a Galeie

521With alle haste he tok his weie:

522The wynd was good, he saileth blyve,

523Til he tok lond upon the ryve

524Of Tyr, and forth with al anon

525Into the Burgh he gan to gon,

526And tok his In and bod a throwe.

527Bot for he wolde noght be knowe,

528Desguised thanne he goth him oute;

529He sih the wepinge al aboute,

530And axeth what the cause was,

531And thei him tolden al the cas,

532How sodeinli the Prince is go.

533And whan he sih that it was so,

534And that his labour was in vein,

535Anon he torneth hom ayein,

536And to the king, whan he cam nyh,

537He tolde of that he herde and syh,

538Hou that the Prince of Tyr is fled,

539So was he come ayein unsped.

540The king was sori for a while,

541Bot whan he sih that with no wyle

542He myhte achieve his crualte,

543He stinte his wraththe and let him be.