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And anderwrite in an observing kind.
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,'!.
Agum. Why will he not, upon our fair request,
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. .
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.
Ajax. A whoreson dog, that shall palter thus with us!
What a vice
If he were proud?
y or surly borne? Dio. Or strange, or self-affected? Ulyss. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet
Shall I call you father?
. .. Be ruld by him, lord Ajax.
Agam. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep: Light boats sail-swift, though greater hulks draw deep.
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 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.
Pun, Grace! not so, friend; honour and lordship are my titles :—What music is this?