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Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads.
Nest. And yet he loves himself: Is it not strange?
Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow.
A gam. What's his excuse?
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
He makes important: Possess'd he is with greatness;
Agam. Let Ajax go to him.
Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent:
Ulyss. O Agamemnon, let it not be so!
We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes
When they go from Achilles: Shall the proud lord.
That bastes his arrogance with his own seam*3;
And never surfers matter of the world
Enter his thoughts,—save such as do revolve
And ruminate himself,—shall he be worshipp'd
Of that we hold an idol more than he?
No, this thrice-worthy and right-valiant lord
Must not so stale his palm, nobly acquir'd;
Nor, by my will, assubjugate his merit,
As amply titled as Achilles is,
By going to Achilles:
That were to enlard his fat-already pride 5
And add more coals to Cancer, when he burns
With entertaining great Hyperion.
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.
Dio. And how his silence drinks up this applause!
Ajax. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist I'll pash
him Over the face.
Agamt O, no, you shall not go.
Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze his
pride": Let me go to him.
Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel.
Ajax. A paltry, insolent fellow,
Nest. How he describes
Ajax. Can he not be sociable?
Ulyss. The raven
Chides blackness. [Aside.
Ajax. I will let his humours blood.
Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the patient. [.Iviitc.
Ajax. An all men Were o'my mind,
Ulyss. Wit would be out of fashion.
Ajat. He should not bear it so,
Nest. An 'twould, you'd carry half. [Aside.
Ulyss. He'd have ten shares.
..1/m. I'll knead him, I will make him supple:
Kest. He's not yet thorough warm: force him with
praises: Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. [Afide.
Ulyss. My lord, you feed too much on this dislike.
Nest. Our noble general, do not do so.
Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles.
Ulyss. Why, 'tis thm naming of him does him
Here is a man—But 'tis before his face;
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Nest. Wherefore should you so?
He is not emulous, as Achilles is.
Ulyst. 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
Were it in Ajax now
Ulyss. If he were proud?
Dio. Or covetous of praise?
Ulyss. Ay, or surly borne?
Din. Or strange, or self-affected?
Ulyss. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet
Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck:
Ajax. Shall I call you father?
Nest. Ay, my good son.
Dio. , Be rul'd by him, lord Ajax.
Ulyss. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles Keeps thicket. Please it our great general To call together all his state of war; Fresh kings are come to Troy: To-morrow, We must with all our main of power stand fast: And here's a lord,—come knights from east to west, And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best.
Agam. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep: Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks drawdeep. [Exeunt.