Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then every thing includes itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite; And appetite, an universal wolf. So doubtedly secondly with will and power, ACHILLES DESCRIBED BY ULYSSES. The great Achilles,-(whom opinion crowns) Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent Breaks scurril jests; And with ridiculous and awkward action (Which, slanderer, he imitation calls,) He pageants* us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, Thy toplesst deputation he puts on; And, like a strutting player,-whose conceit That's done;-as near as the extremest ends 'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus, * In modern language, takes us off. + Supreme. Beyond the truth. The galleries of the theatre. || Unadapted. And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age CONDUCT IN WAR SUPERIOR TO ACTION. The still and mental parts, That do contrive how many hands shall strike, They call this-bed-work, mappery, closet-war: RESPECT. I ask, that I might waken reverence, And bid the cheek be ready with a blush Modest as morning when she coldly eyes The youthful Phœbus. ACT II. DOUBT. The wound of peace is surdity, PLEASURE AND REVENGE. For pleasure, and revenge, Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice THE SUBTILTY OF ULYSSES, AND STUPIDITY OF AJAX. Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads. Nest. And yet he loves himself: Is it not strange! [Aside. Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. Agam. What's his excuse? Ulyss. He doth rely on none, But carries on the stream of his dispose, Without observance or respect of any, In will peculiar and in self-admission. Agam. Why will he not, upon our fair request, Untent his person, and share the air with us? Ulyss. Things small as nothing, for request's sake only, He makes important: Possess'd he is with greatness And speaks not to himself but with a pride That quarrels at self-breath: imagin'd worth Holds in his blood such swollen and hot discourse, That, 'twixt his mental and his active parts, Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages, And batters down himself: What should I say? He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it Cry--No recovery. Let Ajax Agam. go to him. Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent: "Tis said, he holds you well; and will be led, At your request, a little from himself. Ulyss. O'Agamemnon, let it not be so! Enter his thoughts, save such as do revolve *Fat. As amply titled as Achilles is, By going to Achilles That were to enlard his fat already pride; And add more coals to Cancer,* when he burns This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid; And say in thunder-Achilles, go to him. Nest. O, this is well; he rubs the vein of him. [Aside. Dio. And how his silence drinks up this applause! [Aside Ajax. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist I'll pasht him Over the face. O, no, you shall not go. [pride. Agam. Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze‡ his Let me go to him. Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel. Ajax. A paltry, insolent fellow, Nest. Himself! Ajax. Can he not be sociable? Chides blackness. How he describes [Aside. The raven [Aside. I will let his humours blood. Agum. He'll be physician, that should be the patient. Ajax. An all men Where o' my mind, Ulyss. [Aside. Wit would be out of fashion. [Aside. Ajax. He should not bear it so, He should eat swords first: Shall pride carry it? [Aside. The sign in the Zodiac into which the sun enters June 21. "And Cancer reddens with the solar blaze." ↑ Strike. Thomson. Comb, or curry. Ulyss. He'd have ten shares. [Aside. Ajax. I'll knead him, I will make him supple: Nest. He's not yet thorough warm: force* him with praises: Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. [Aside. Ulyss. My lord, you feed too much on this dislike. [To AGAMEMNON. Nest. O noble general, do not do so. Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Ulyss. Why, 'tis this naming of him does him harm. Here is a man-But 'tis before his face; I will be silent. Nest. Wherefore should you so? He is not emulous,† as Achilles is. Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. Ajax. A whoreson dog, that shall palter‡ thus with us! I would, he were a Trojan. Nest. What a vice If he were proud? Ay, or surly borne? Dio. Or covetous of praise? Ulyss. Dio. Or strange, or self-affected? Ulyss. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet composure; Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck: Fam❜d be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature Thrice fam❜d beyond all erudition: But he that disciplin'd thy arms to fight, To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom Trifle. § Titles. |