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  • Title: Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Modern)
  • Editor: Tom Bishop

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Tom Bishop
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    Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Modern)

    189.1[1.2]
    190Enter Antiochus.
    Antiochus
    He hath found the meaning,
    For which we mean to have his head. He must
    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?
    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
    We will advance you, Thaliard. 205Behold.
    [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.
    210Enter a Messenger.
    Antiochus
    Enough.[To Messenger] Let your breath cool yourself, tellingyour haste.
    Messenger
    My lord, Prince Pericles is fled.
    [Exit Messenger.]
    Antiochus
    [To Thaliard] As thou wilt live, fly after, and, like an arrow shot215 from a well-experienced archer hits the mark his eye doth level at, so thou never return unless thou say: "Prince Pericles is dead."
    Thaliard
    My lord, if I can get him within my pistol's length, I'll make him sure enough. So farewell to your220 Highness.
    [Exit Thaliard.]
    [Antiochus]
    Thaliard, adieu. 'Til Pericles be dead,
    My heart can lend no succor to my head.
    [Exit.]