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- I. iii. Iā30
# Pericles Prince of Tyre.
## Enter The Lord's Son.
So this is Tyre, and this the Court, heere must I kill King Pericles, and if I doe it not, I am sure to be hang'd at home: t'is daungerous.
Well, I perceive he was a wise fellowe, and had good discretion, that being bid to aske what hee would of the King, desired he might knowe none of his secrets.
Now doe I see hee had some reason for't: for if a king budde a man bee a villain, hee's bound by the indenture of his oath to bee one.
Hush, heere comes the Lords of Tyre.
## Enter Hethes, Escapes, with other Lords.
Hell. You shall not neede my fellow-Peers of Tyre further to question mee of your kings departure: his sealed Commission left in, rust with mee, does speake sufficiently hee's gone to traualle.
Thailand. How? the King gone?
Hell. If further yet you will be satisfied, (why as it were vrijicensed of your loues) he would depart? He giue some light vnto you, beeing at Antioch.
Thal. What from Antioch?
Hell. Royall Antiochus on what cause I knowe not, tooke some displeasure at him, at least hee sudg'de so; and doubting lest hee had err'de or sinn'de, to shewe his sorrow, hee'de correct himselfe; so puts himselfe vnto the shipmans toyle, with whome cache minute threatens life or death.
Thailand. Well, I perceive I shall not be hang'd now, although I would, but since hee's gone, the Kings seas must please: I see scapte the Land to perish at the Sea, I'le present my scife. Peace to the Lords of Tyre.
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