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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.

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 When they go from Achilles: Shall the proud lord, That bastes his arrogance with his owu seam; And never suffers 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; 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

this applause!

[Aside. Ajax. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist I'll pashı

him Over the face.

Agam. O, no, you shall not go.
Ajar. 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 Himself!

[Aside. Ajar. 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.

[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?

Nest. An 'twould, you'd carry half. [Aside. Ulyss.

He'd have ten shares.

[Aside. Ajax. I'll knead him, I will make him sup

ple:Nest. He's not yet thorough warm: force hiin

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 him does him

Here is a man-But 'tis before his face;
I will be silent.

Wherefore should you so?
He is not emulous, as Achilles is.

Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. Ajar. 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?

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

sweet composure; Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck; Fan'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, Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield To sinewy Ajax. I'll not praise thy wisdom, Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines

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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 green as Ajax', and your brain so temper’d,
You should not have the eminence of him,
But be as Ajax.

Shall I call


father? Nest. Ay, my good son. Dio.

Be ruld 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 draw deep.






Enter Pandarus 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?
Sero. Sir, I do depend upon the lord.

Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; I must needs praise him.

Sero. The lord be praised !
Pan. 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.

[Musick within. Pan. Grace! not so, friend; honour and lordship are my titles:—What musick is this?

Serv. I do but partly know, sir; it is musick in parts.

Pan. Know you the musicians?
Serv. Wholly, sir.
Pan. Who play they to?.
Serv. To the hearers, sir.
Pan. At whose pleasure, friend?

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