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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.

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.

Ulyss. O Agamemnon, let it not be so !
We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes,
When they go froin Achilles ! Shail the proud lord,
That bastes his arrogance with his own seam ; 541
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, așsubjugate 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.

[ Aside.


Dio. And how his silence drinks ap this applause !

[ Aside. Ajax, If I go to him, with my armed fist I'll pash him o'er the face. Aga. O, no, you shall not go.

560 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, Nest. How he describes himself !

[ Aside. Ajax. Can he not be sociable : Ulyss. The raven chides blackness, [Aside, Ajax. I'll let his humours blood. Aga. He will be the physician, that should be the patient.

[ Aside. Ajax, An all men were o' my mind,

570 Ulyss. Wit would be out of fashion. [ Aside.

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

Nest. An 'twould, you'd carry half. [ Aside.
Ulyss. He would have ten shares,

[ Aside. Ajax. I will knead him, 'Ill make him supple :Nest. He's not yet thorough warm : force him with praises :

[ Aside. Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. Ulyss. My lord, you feed too much on this dislike.

[To AGAMEMNON. Nest. Our noble general, do not do so, 580


Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Ulyss. Why, 'tis this 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. 2 Ubyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. Ajax. A whoreson dog, that shall palter thus with

us! 'Would he were a Trojan! Nest. What a vice were it in Ajax now

Ulyss. If he were proud !
Dio. Or covetous of praise ?
Ulyss. 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 :
Fam'd be thy tutor; and'thy parts of nature
Thrice-fam'd, beyond 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 vigor,
Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield
To sinewy Ajax. I will 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 green as Ajax, and your brain so temper'd,
You should not have the eminence of him, 610
But be as Ajax.

Ajax. Shall I call you father?
Nest. Ay, my good son.
Dio. Be rul'd 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.

Aga. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep: Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.



Troy, The Palace. Enter PANDARUS, and a Servant,

[Musick within.]

Pandarus. Friend! you! pray you, a word: Do not you follow the young lord Paris ?

Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes before me.
Pen. You do depend upon him, I mean?

Sero, Serv. 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 I
Pan. You know me, do you not ?
Serv. 'Faith, sir, superficially.

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

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

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 ?
Sero. Wholly, sir
Pan. Who play they to?
Serv. To the hearers, sir.
Pan. At whose pleasure, friend?
Serv. At mine, sir, and theirs that love musick,
Pan. Command, I
Serv. Who shall I command, sir ?

Pan. Friend, we understand not one another ; I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning : At whose re. quest do these men play?

go Sero. That's to't, indeed, sir : Marry, sir, at the request of Paris my lord, who is there in person ; with him, the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, love's invisible soul,



mean, friend.

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