315To lop that doubt, hee'le fill this land with armes,

316And make pretence of wrong that I haue done him,

317When all for mine, if I may call offence,

318Must feel wars blow, who spares not innocence,

319Which loue to all of which thy selfe art one,

320Who now reprou'dst me fort.

321Hell. Alas sir.

322Per. Drew sleep out of mine eies, blood frõmy cheekes,

323Musings into my mind, with thousand doubts

324How I might stop this tempest ere it came,

325And finding little comfort to relieue them,

326I thought it princely charity to griue for them.

327Hell. Well my Lord, since you haue giuen mee leaue to(speake,

328Freely will I speake, Antiochus you feare,

329And iustly too, I thinke you feare the tyrant,

330Who either by publike warre, or priuat treason,

331Will take away your life: therfore my Lord, go trauell for

332a while, till that his rage and anger be forgot, or till the De-

333stinies doe cut his threed of life: your rule direct to anie,

334if to me, day serues not light more faithfull then Ile be.

335Per. I doe not doubt thy faith.

336But should he wrong my liberties in my absence?

337Hel. Weele mingle our bloods togither in the earth,

338From whence we had our being, and our birth.

339Per. Tyre I now looke from thee then, and to Tharsus

340Intend my trauaile, where Ile heare from thee,

341And by whose Letters Ile dispose my selfe.

342The care I had and haue of subiects good,

343On thee I lay, whose wisdomes strength can beare it,

344Ile take thy word, for faith not aske thine oath,

345Who shuns not to breake one, will cracke both.

346But in our orbs will liue so round, and safe,

347That time of both this truth shall nere conuince,

348Thou shewdst a subiects shine, I a true Prince. Exit.