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Het. I am yours, You valiant offspring of great Priamus.I have a roifting challenge fent amongst! The dull and factious nobles of the Greeks, Will strike amazement to their drowfy spiritsi I was advertis’d their great general flept, Whilft emulation * in the army crept ; This, I prefume, will wake him. [Exeunt
S CE N'E V. Before Achilles's Tent, in the Grecian Camp
Enter Therfites folus. How now, Therfites? what, loft in the labyrinth of thy fury? Shall the elephant Ajax earry it thus? He beats me, and I rail at him. O worthy fatisa faction ! 'would it were otherwise; that I could beat him, whilft he raild at me. 'Sfoot, I'll learn to conjure and raise devils, but I'll fee fome issue of my spiteful execrations. Then there's Aebilles, a rare engineer. If Troy be not taken "tilt these two undermine it, the walls will stand till they fall of themfelves. Othou grear thunder-darter of Olympus, forget that thou art Jove the King of Gods, and, Mercury, lose all the serpentine craft of thy Caduceus, if thou take not that little, little, less than little wit from them that they have; which fort-arm'd ignorance itself knows is so abundant searce, it will not in circumvention deliver a fly from a spider, without drawing the mally irons and cutting the web. After this, the vengeance on the whole camp! or rather the bone-ache, for that, mer thinks, is the curse dependant on those that war for a placket. I have said my prayers, and devil envy fay Amen. What, ho! my Lord Achilles ?
* That is, envy.,, factious, contention. Ephrfgode it
Enter Patroclus. Patr. Who's there? Thersites? Good Thersites, come in and rail.
Ther. If I could have remember'd a gilt counterfeit, thou couldst not have Nipp'd out of my contemplation : but it is no matter, thyself upon thý. self! The common curse of mankind, folly and ige norance, be chine in great revenue ! heaven bleis, thee from a tutor, and discipline come not near thee ! Let thy blood be thy direction 'till thy death; then if the that lays thee out lays thou art a fair corse, I'll be sworn and tworn upon't she never shrowded any but Lazars; Amen, Whee's Achilles?
Patr. What, art thou devout ? walt thou in prayer?
Achil. Where, where ? art thou come? Why my cheese, my digestion, why halt thou not served thyself up to my table to many meals? Come, what's Agamemnon!
Ther. Thy commander, Achilles. Chen tell me, Patroclus, what's Achilles ?
Putr. hy Lord, Therlites. Then tell me, I pray thee, what's thyself?
Ther. Tiny knower, Patroclus. Then tell ine, Patroclus, what art thou?
Patr. Thou must tell that knowelt.
Ther. I'll decline the whole question. Agamem, non commands Achilles, Achilles is my Lord, I am Patroclus's knower, and Patroclus is a fool.
Patr. You rascal.
Achil. He is a privileg'd inan. Proceed, Therfites.
Ther. Agamemnon is a fool, Achilles is a fool, Therfites is a fool, and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a fool
Achil. Derive this; come.
Ther. Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command Achilles, Achilles is a fioł to be commanded of Agamemnon, Therfites is a fool to ferve such a fool and Patroclus is a fool positive.
Patr. Why am I a fool?
Ther. Make that demand of the prover. It fuffices me thou art.
SCE N E VI. Enter Agamemnon, Uly Sles, Neftor, Diomedes,
Ajax and Calchas. Look you, who comes here?
Achil. Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody. Come in with me, Therfites.
Exits. Ther. Here is such patchery, such juggling, and fuch 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 Serpigo on the subject, and war and lechery confound all!
[Exit: Aga. Where is. Achilles ? Patr. Within his tent, but ill dispos'd, my Lordi
Aga. Let it be known to him that we are here He fhent * our messengers, and we lay by Our appertainments, visiting of him : Let him be told so, left, perchance, he think We dare not move the question of our place, Or know not what we are. Par. I shall fo say to him.
(Exito Ulys. We saw him at the op'ning of his tent, He is not fick
Ajax. Yes, lion-fick, fick of a proud heart You may call it melancholy, if
f you will.favour the man; but, by my head, 'tis pride. But why, whiy ?-let him thew us the cause. A word, iny Lord [T. Agam.
Neft. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him?
Neft. Who, Therfites? Ulyll. He
Nést. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have lost his argument.
Uly. No, you see he is his argument, that has his argument, Achilles
Nej. All the better ; their fraction is more our with than their faction ; but it was a strong compofure that a fool could disunite.
Ulyll. The ainity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untye.
S CE N E VII.
Enter Patroclus, Here comes Patroclus.
Nest No Achilles with him?
Ulyf. The elephant hath joints, but none for His legs are for neceflity, not fexure. [courtefy:
Patr. Achilles bids me say, he is much sorry,
Aga Hear you, Patroclus ;
himlelf Here tend the savage strangeness he puts on, Dilguide the boly strength of their commandat
And under-write + in an observing kind
The passage and whole carriage of this action Rode on his tide. Go tell him this, and add, That if he over-hold his price fo mach, We'll none of him; but let him, like an engine Not portable, ly under this report, « Bring action hither, this can't go to war: .66 A stirring dwarf we do allowance give, “ Before a sleeping giant;" tell him to. Patr. I shall, and bring his answer presently.
[Exit. Aga. In second voice we'll not be satisfied, We come to speak with him. Ulysses, enter.
[Exit Ulysses. Ajax. What is he more than another? Aga. No more than what he thinks he is.
Ajax. Is he so much? Do you not think, he thinks himself a better man than I am ?
Aga. No question,
he is? Aga. No, noble Ajax, you are as strong, as valiant, as wise, no less noble, much more gentle, and altogether more tractable.
Ajax. Why should a man be proud ? How doth pride grow? I know not what it is.
Aga. Your mind is the clearer, Ajax, and your virtues the fairer. He that is proud, eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the prąjse.
S CE N E ·VIII.
Re-enter Ulysses. Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendring of toads.
Nelt. aside ] Yet he loves himself: is't not strange?
† To fubfcribe, in Shakespeare, is to obey. Johnson.