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That, 'twixt his mental and his active parts,
Aga. Let Ajax go to him.
Ulyss. O Agamemnon, let it not be so !
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,
Nest. An 'twould, you'd carry half. [ Aside.
[ 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. * 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
590 Ulyss. If he were proud ? Dio. Or covetous of praise ? Ulyss. Ay, or rly 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,
600 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
610 But be as Ajax.
Ajax. Shall I call you father?
Ulyss. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles
Aga. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep:
ACT III. SCENE I,
Troy. The Palace. Enter PANDARUS, and a Servant,
Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes before me.
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
10 Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Pan. darus.
Serv. I hope, I shall know your honour better.
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 ?
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,