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And anderwrite in an observing kind.
His humorous predominance; yea, watch
His pettish lunes, bis ebbs, his flows, as if
The passage and whole carriage of 'this action
Rode on his tide. Go, tell him this; and add,
That, if he overhold his price so much, ;
We'll none of him; but let him, like an engine
Not portable, lie under this report i ng
Bring action hither, this cannot go to war:
A stirring dwarf we do allowance give
Before a sleeping giant :-Tell him so.

Patr. I shall; and bring his answer presently. [Erit,

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? Agam. No more than what he thinks he is.'

Ajar. Is he so much? Do you not think, he thinks himself a better man than I am? .

Agam. No question. :

Ajar. 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. ,

Ajar. 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 op himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own cbrcnicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.

Ajar. I do haté a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads. Nest. And yet he loves himself: Is it not strange?

[å side. Re-enter ULYSSES. Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. Agam. What's his excuse? Ulyss.

He doth rely ou none;

But carries on the stream of his dispose,'!.
Without observance or respect of any,
In will peculiar and in self-admission. . .."

Agum. 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 swoln and hot discourse, i 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 go to him.Dear lord, go you and greet him in bis tent: 'Tis said, he holds you well; and will be led, At your request, a little from himself.

Ulyss. O Agamemuon, 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; And never suffers inatter of the world Enter his thoughts,-save such as do revolve And raminate himself,--shall he be worshipp'd Or 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, l' 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 With entertaining great Hyperion. This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid; And say in thunder-Achilles, go to him. Nest. O, this is well; le rubs the vein of him. .


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Dio. And how Lis silence drinks up this applause!

[Aside. Ajar. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist, I'll pash him Over the face.

Agam. . : 0, 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,

How he describes Himself!

[Aside. Ajax. Can he not be sociable?

The raven Chides blackness.' .

"[Aside. " I will let his humours blood. Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the patient.

[ Aside. Ajax. An all men Were o’my mind, Ulyss. Wit would be out of fashion.

[ Aside. Ajax. He should not bear it so, He should eat swords first: Shall pride carry it? Ulyss.

,, [Aside. Ajat. I'II knead him, I will make him supple: Nest. He's not yet thorough warın : 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 thís 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.

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Ajax. A whoreson dog, that shall palter thus with us!
I would, he were a Trojan!

What a vice
Were it in Ajax now-

If he were proud?
Dio. Or covetous of praise?

y or surly borne? Dio. Or strange, or self-affected? Ulyss. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet

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,
Let Mars divide eternity in twain,
And give him half: and, for thy vigour,
Ball-bearing Milo his addition yield
To sinewy Ajax. I'll not praise thy wisdom,
Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines
Thy spacious and dilated parts : Here's Nestor,-
Instructed by the antiquary times,
He must, he is, he cannot but be wise:
But pardon, father Nestor, were your days as Ajax', and your brain so temper'd,'
You should not bave the eminence of him,
But be as Ajax.

Shall I call you father?
Nest. Ay, my good son.

. .. Be ruld by him, lord Ajax.
Ulyss. There is no tarrying here; the bart 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 draw deep.

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SCENE I. TROY. A Room in Priam's Palace.

Enter PANÚARUS and a Servant. Pan. Friend! you! pray you, a word : Do not you follow the young lord Paris?

Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes before me.
Pan. You do depend upon him, I mean?
Serv. Sir, I do depend upon the lord.

Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; I must needs praise him. Serv. The lord be praised !

. You know me, do you not? Serv. Faith, sir, superficially.

Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Pandarus.

Serv. I hope, I shall know your honour better.
Pan. I do desire it.
Serv. You are in the state of grace. Music within.

Pun, Grace! not so, friend; honour and lordship are my titles :—What music is this?

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