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Aga. O, no, you shall not go.
Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll " pheeze his pride:Let me go to him.
Ulyf. Not for the ° worth that hangs upon our quarrel.
[Afide. Ajax, Can he not be sociable? Ulys. 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, Ulyl. Wit would be out of fashion.
[Aside, Ajax. He should not bear it so, He should eat swords first : Shall pride carry it? Neft. An 'twould, you'd carry half,
[Afide. Ulyl. He would have ten shares,
[ Aside. Ajax. I will knead him, I'll make him supple:Neft. He's not yet thorough warm : P force him with praises :
[Afide. Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. Ulyf. My lord, you feed too much on this dislike.
[To Agamemnon. Neft. Our noble general, do not do so. Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles.
Ulys. Why, 'tis this naming of him does him harm. Here is a man-But 'tis before his face; I will be filent. Neft. Wherefore should
so? He is not 'emulous, as Achilles is. * poeeze)-curry, chastise; humble, lower.
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P force him]-farce bim-stuff, cram him. naming]-noticing,
emulous, ]-factious, feditious.
Ulyl. Know the whole world, he is as valiant.
Ajax. A whoreson dog, that shall Spalter thus with us! 'Would, he were a Trojan!
Nest. What a vice were it in Ajax now
Ajax. Shall I call you father?
paris of nature]-natural qualities, or endowments.
Dio. Be ruld by him, lord Ajax.
Uly. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles
Aga. Go we to council. Let Achilles Neep:
The Palace. Enter Pandarus, and a Servant. [Musick within. Pan. Friend! you! pray you, a word : Do not you follow the
lord Paris ?
. Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman ; I must needs praise him.
Serv. The lord be praised !
greater bulks ]-vessels of burthen,
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. Friend, we understand not one another; I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: At whose request do these men play?
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. Who, my cousin Cressida ?
Serv. No, fir, Helen; Could you not find out that by her attributes ?
Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not seen the lady Creslida. I come to speak with Paris from the prince Troilus: I will make a complimental assault upon him, for my business seeths. Serv. Sodden business! there's a stew'd phrase, indeed !
Enter Paris, and Helen, attended. Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair company! fair desires, in all fair measure, fairly guide them! -especially to you, fair queen! fair thoughts be your fair pillow! feetbs]—is urgent, piping hot,
Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words.
Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen.-Fair prince, here is good broken musick.
Par. You have broke it, cousin: and, by my life, yo shall make it whole again ; you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance:- Nell, he is full of har. mony.
Pan. Truly, lady, no.
Pan. I have business to my lord, 'dear queen :-My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word ?
Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge ys out; we'll hear you sing, certainly.
Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with me. But (marry) thus, my lord. My dear lord, and most esteemed friend, your brother Troilus
Helen. My lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord,
Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to :-commends himself most affectionately to you.
Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody; If you do, our melancholy upon your head !
Pan. Sweet queen, sweet queen ; that's a sweet queen, i'faith.
Par. And to make a sweet lady fad, is a sour offence.
Helen. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such words; no, no.
Pan. And, my lord, he desires you, that, if the king call for him at supper, you will make his excuse. Helen. My lord Pandarus, in fits.)—at times only, you don't always make that excuse. tob)-cheat.