He hath found the meaning,

1.2.2192For which we mean to have his head. 1193He must

1.2.3Not live to trumpet forth my infamy,

1.2.4194Nor tell the world Antiochus doth sin

1.2.5195In such a loathèd manner.

1.2.6196And therefore instantly this prince must die,

1.2.7197For by his fall my honor must keep high.

1.2.8198[Calling] Who attends us there?

Doth your Highness call?

Thaliard -- you are of our chamber, Thaliard,

1.2.11202And our mind partakes her private actions

1.2.12203To your secrecy; and for your faithfulness

1.2.13204We will advance you, Thaliard. 205Behold.

1.2.14[He gives him poison and gold.] Here's poison, and here's gold.

1.2.15206We hate the Prince of Tyre, and thou must kill him.

1.2.16207It fits thee not to ask the reason why:

1.2.17208Because we bid it. Say, is it done?

My lord, 'tis done.

Enough.[To Messenger] Let your breath cool yourself, telling212your haste.

My lord, Prince Pericles is fled.

[To Thaliard] As thou wilt live, fly after, and, like an arrow shot215 from a well-experienced archer hits the mark his eye doth216 level at, so thou never return unless thou say: "Prince Pe217ricles is dead."

My lord, if I can get him within my pistol's219 length, I'll make him sure enough. So farewell to your220 Highness.

Thaliard, adieu. 'Til Pericles be dead,

1.2.24222My heart can lend no succor to my head.