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Enter Agamemnon, Ulyses, Neftor, Diomedes, and Ajax.
Achil. Patroclus, I'll speak with no body:-Come in with me, Thersites.
[Exit. Ther. Here is such patchery, such juggling, and such knavery! * all the argument is—a cuckold, and a whore; A good quarrel, to draw emulous factions, and bleed to death upon. Now the dry "ferpigo on the subject ! and war, and lechery, confound all!
[Exit. Aga. Where is Achilles ? Patr. Within his tent; but ill-dispos'd, my lord."
Aga. Let it be known to him, that we are here.
[Exit. Ulys. We saw him at the opening of his tent; He is not sick.
Ajax. Yes, lion-sick, sick of a proud heart : you may call it melancholy, if you will favour the man; but, by my head, 'tis pride: But why, why ? let him shew us a cause.-A word, my lord.
[To Agamemnon. Nest. What moves Ajax thus ° to bay at him? Ulys. Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him. Neft. Who? Thersites? Ulys. He.
Neft. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have lost his argument.
* all the argument)-the whole matter in controversy. * Serpigo]-tetter.
m lay by]-wave all ceremony. n move the question of our place,]-inlift on our prerogative. to bay]-to bark.
Ulyf. No; you fee, hé is his argument, that has his argument; Achilles.
Neft. All the better; their fraction is more our wish, than their faction: But it was a strong composure, a fool could disunite.
Ulyl. The amity, that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untye. Here comes Patroclus,
Neft. No Achilles with him.
Ulyf. The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; His legs are for necessity, not for flexure.
Patr. Achilles bids me say—he is much forry,
Agam. Hear you, Patroclus ;
? composure,)-connection, bond of friendship.
s Net virtuously, &c. )-Appearing to disadvantage under his haughty demeanour-upbeld. VOL. III,
And ' under-honest; in self-assumption greater,
Patr. I shall; and bring his answer presently. [Exit.
Aga. In ? second voice we'll not be satisfied,
Aga. No question.
* under-honeft ; &c.]-somewhat partial, assuming more consequence than juftly belongs to him. u under-write]-obsequiously give way to his petulant humours. lunes, ]-freaks, fts of frenzy.
Merry Wives of Windsor, Vol. I. p. 235. * The pasage, &c.)-the fate of this expedition depended entirely on his concurrence.
y allowance give]-approve, prefer. z fecond voice]-an answer by proxy. a fublcribe]-affirm.
As wise, and no less noble, much more gentle,
Ajax. Why should a man be proud ?
Aga. Your mind's the clearer, Ajax, and your virtues
Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads.
Neft. [Afide.] And yet he loves himself; Is it not Atrange?
Ulys. He doth rely on none;
Aga. Why will he not, upon our fair request, * Untent his person, and share the air with us?
Ulys. Things small as nothing, for request's fake only, He makes important: * Poffest he is with greatness ; 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,
But carries on the stream of bis dispose, &c.]—But pursues the bent of his inclination with wilfulness and self conceit.
Untent his perfon, ]-Come forth from his tent, • Polef]-Bewitched.
• Kingdom'd Achilles, &c.]—The mighty system of Acbilles, like a fate embroiled in a civil war.
And batters down himself: What should I say?
Aga. Let Ajax go to him.-
Ulys. O Agamemnon, let it not be so !.
Neft. O, this is well; 'he rubs the vein of him. [ Aside.
[ Afide. Ajax. If I go to him, with my armed fist I'll " pash him o'er the face.
so plaguy proud,]— so deeply infected with the plague of pride, that the spots declare him incurable.
& seam ; ]-fat, grease. h ruminate)-dwell upon. i pale)-debase, vilify.
afubjugate)---so far reduce, stoop below his character. I be rubs tbe vein of bim.)-tickles Ajax. m pah-strike, smite.