His pettish lunes, his ebbs, his flows, as if [Exit. Agam. In second voice we'll not be satisfied, We come to speak with him-Ulysses, enter. [Exit Ulysses. Ajax. What is he more than another? Ajax. Is he so much? Do you not think, he thinks himself a better man than I am? Agam. No question. Ajax. Will you subscribe his thought, and say— he is? Agam. No, noble Ajax; you are as strong, as valiant, as wise, no less noble, much more gentle, and altogether more tractable. Ajax. Why should a man be proud? How doth pride grow? I know not what pride is. Agam. Your mind's the clearer, Ajax, and your virtues the fairer. He that is proud, eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise. Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads. Nest. And yet he loves himself: Is it not strange? Re-enter ULYSSES. [Aside. Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. Ulyss. He doth rely on none; But carries on the stream of his dispose, Agam. Why will he not, upon our fair request, Ulyss. Things small as nothing, for request's sake only, He makes important: Possess'd he is with greatness; Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse, Agam. Let Ajax go to him. Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent: 23 We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes 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 pash him Over the face. Agam. O, no, you shall not go. Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze his pride 24: Let me go to him. Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel. Ajax. [Aside. I will let his humours blood. Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the pa He should eat swords first: Shall pride carry it? Nest. An 'twould, you'd carry half. Ulyss. [Aside. 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. Our 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; Nest. Wherefore should you so? He is not emulous, as Achilles is. Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. 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: To sinewy Ajax. I'll not praise thy wisdom, He must, he is, he cannot but be wise;- |