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His pettish lunes, his ebbs, his flows, as if
[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.
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.
Ajur. 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?
Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow.
He doth rely on none;
Agam. 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, 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. Agam.
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.
Ulyss. O Agamemnon, let it not be so!
We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes
[Aside. Dio. And how his silence drinks up this applause!
Ajar. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist I'll pash
him Over the face.
Agama O, no, you shall not go.
pride 24: Let me go to him. Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon our
Ajar. A paltry, insolent fellow,
How he describes Himself!
[Aside. Ajar. Can he not be sociable? Ulyss.
The raven Chides blackness.
I will let his humours blood. Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the patient.
[Aside. Ajar. An all men Were o'my mind, Ulyss. Wit would be out of fashion.
[Aside. Ajar. He should not bear it so, He should eat swords first: Shall pride carry it?
Nest. An 'twould, you'd carry half. [Aside. Ulyss.
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 bim does him
harm. Here is a man-But 'tis before his face; I will be silent.
Wherefore should you so?
Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant.
What a vice
If he were proud ?
Ay, or surly borne?