Achilles; Achilles is a fool to be commanded of Agamemnon; Thersites is a fool to serve such a fool; and Patroclus is a fool positive. Pat. Why am I a fool? Ther. Make that demand of the prover: it suffices me, thou art. Look you, who comes here? Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, NESTOR, DIOMEDES, and AJAX. Ach. Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody. Come in with me, Thersites. [Exit. Ther. Here is such patchery, such juggling, and such knavery! all the argument is, a cuckold and a whore; a good quarrel, to draw emulous factions, and bleed to death upon! Now the dry serpigo 1 on the subject; and war and lechery confound all! Aga. Where is Achilles ? 1 [Exit. Pat. Within his tent; but ill-disposed, my lord. Let him be told so; lest, perchance, he think Pat. I shall say so to him. [Exit. A kind of tetter or scab. 2 Rebuked. Ulys. We saw him at the opening of his tent : He is not sick. Ajax. Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart: you may call it melancholy, if you will favor the man; but, by my head, 'tis pride. But why, why? let him show us a cause. A word, my lord. [takes Agamemnon aside. Nes. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him? Ulys. Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him. Nes. Who? Thersites ? Ulys. He. Nes. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have lost his argument. Ulys. No; you see, he is his argument, that has his argument; Achilles. Nes. All the better; their fraction is more our wish, than their faction: but it was a strong composure, a fool could disunite. Ulys. The amity, that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie. Here comes Patroclus. Re-enter PATROCLUS. Nes. No Achilles with him. Ulys. The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy: his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure. Pat. Achilles bids me say he is much sorry, If any thing more than your sport and pleasure Did move your greatness, and this noble state, To call upon him; he hopes, it is no other; But, for your health and your digestion sake, Aga. Hear you, Patroclus - We are too well acquainted with these answers: Much attribute he hath; and much the reason We come to speak with him and you shall not sin, If you do say we think him over-proud, And under-honest; in self-assumption greater Here tend the savage strangeness he puts on; We'll none of him; but let him, like an engine 1 Exercise. 2 Subscribe, obey. 3 Mad freaks. 1 Bring action hither, this cannot go to war: [Exit. Aga. 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? Aga. No more than what he thinks he is. Ajax. Is he so much? Do you not think, he thinks himself a better man than I am? Aga. No question. Ajax. Will you subscribe his thought, and say he is? Aga. 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. Aga. 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. Nes. And yet he loves himself: is it not strange ? [aside. 1 Approbation. Re-enter ULYSSES. Ulys. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. Ulys. Aga. Why will he not, upon our fair request, Untent his person, and share the air with us? Ulys. Things small as nothing, for request's sake only, He makes important. Possess'd he is with great ness; And speaks not to himself, but with a pride say ? He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it Cry No recovery.' Aga. Let Ajax 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. Ulys. O Agamemnon, let it not be so! We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes When they go from Achilles. Shall the proud lord, |