That, 'twixt his mental and his active parts, 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. 530 541 Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent : 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. 550 [Aside. Dio. And how his silence drinks up this applause! 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. [Aside. 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,- Ajax. I'll let his humours blood. [Aside. [Aside. 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 it? Ulyss. He would have ten shares. [Aside. [Aside. Ajax. I will knead him, 'Ill 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, 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. * Ulyss. 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? 590 Ulyss. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet composure; Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck: Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom, He must, he is, he cannot but be wise ; 600 But But pardon, father Nestor, were your days Ajax. Shall I call you father? Nest. Ay, my good son. Dio. Be rul'd by him, lord Ajax. 610 Ulyss. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles Fresh kings are come to Troy: To-morrow, ACT III. SCENE 1. 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. Seru. Serv. Sir, I do depend upon the lord. Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; I must needs praise him. Serv. The lord be praised! Pan. You know me, do you not? Serv. 'Faith, sir, superficially. 10 Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Pandarus. Serv. I hope, I shall know your honour better. 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 ? Serv. 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 mean, friend. Serv. Who shall I command, sir? 20 Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: At whose request do these men play? 30 Serv. 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, Pan. |