174Where now you both a Father and a Sonne,

175By your vntimely claspings with your Child,

176(Which pleasures fittes a husband, not a father)

177And shee an eater of her Mothers flesh,

178By the defiling of her Parents bed,

179And both like Serpents are; who though they feed

180On sweetest Flowers, yet they Poyson breed.

181Antioch farewell, for Wisedome sees those men,

182Blush not in actions blacker then the night,

183Will shew no course to keepe them from the light:

184One sinne (I know) another doth prouoke;

185Murther's as neere to Lust, as Flame to Smoake:

186Poyson and Treason are the hands of Sinne,

187I, and the targets to put off the shame,

188Then least my life be cropt, to keepe you cleare,

189By flight, Ile shun the danger which I feare. Exit.

191Anti. He hath found the meaning.

192For which we meane to haue his head:

193He must not liue to trumpet foorth my infamie,

194Nor tell the world Antiochus doth sinne

195In such a loathed manner:

196And therefore instantly this Prince must die,

197For by his fall, my honour must keepe hie.

198Who attends vs there?

200Thali. Doth your highnes call?

201Antio. Thaliard, you are of our Chamber, Thaliard,

202And our minde pertakes her priuat actions,

203To your secrecie; and for your faythfulnes,

204We will aduaunce you, Thaliard:

205Behold, heere's Poyson, and heere's Gold:

206Wee hate the Prince of Tyre, and thou must kill him;

207It fittes thee not to aske the reason why?

208Because we bid it: say, is it done?

209Thali. My Lord, tis done.