ANTIOCHUS

Young Prince of Tyre, you have at large received The danger of the task you undertake. Music bring in our daughter, clothed Like a bride, For embracements even of oue himself; At whose conception, till Lucina reigned, Nature this dowry gave; to glad her presence, The Seanate house of Planets all did fit, To knit in her, their best perfections. Before thee stands this fair Hesperides, With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touched: For Death Like Dragons here affright thee hard: Her face Like Heaven, enticeth thee to view Her countless glory; which desert must gain: And which without desert, because thine eye Presumest to reach, all the whole heap must die: The sometime famous Princes, Like thy self, Drawn by report, adventurous by desire, Tell thee with speechless tongues, and semblance pale, That without covering, save yond field of Stars, Here they stand Martyrs slain in Cupid's Wars: And with dead cheeks, advise thee to desist, For going on death's net, whom none resist. Prince Pericl S, touch not, upon thy life; For that's and Article within our Law, As dangerous as the rest: your time's expired, Either expound now, or receive your senten e. Heaven, that I had thy head; he ha found the meaning: But I will gloze with him. Young Prince of Tyre, Though by the tenor of your strict edict, Your exposition misinterpreting, We might proceed to counsel of your days; Yet hope, succeeding from so fair a tree As your fair self, does tune us otherwise; Forty days longer we do respite you, If by which time, ou cret be undone, This mercy shows, we le joy in such a Son: And until then, your entertain shall be As does befit our honour and your worth. Prince Pericles. He hath found the meaning, For which we mean to have his head: He must not live to trumpet forth my infan e, Nor tell the world Antiochus does sin In such a loathed manner: And therefore instantly this Prince must die, For by his fallen, my honour must keep High. Who attends us there? Enough. Let your breath cool your self, telling your haste. Thaliar , you are of our Chamber, Thali rd, And our mind partakes her private actions, To your secrecy; and for your faithfulness, We will advance you, That liard: Behold, 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? As thou wilt live fly after, and Like and arrow shot from a well experienced Archer hits the mark his eye does level at: so thou never return unless thou say Prince Pe ricles is dead.