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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. 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
But pardon, father Nestor, were your days
Ajax. Shall I call you father?
Ulyss. There is no tarrying here ; the hart Achilles
Aga. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep: Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.
ACT III, SCENE I.
Troy, The Palace. Enter PANDARUS, and a Servant,
Pandarus. Friend! you! pray you, a word: Do not you follow the young lord Paris ?
Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes before me.
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
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,