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Uly. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow.
Aga. What's his excule ?

Ulyll. He doth rely on none;
But carries on the stream of his dispose,
Without observance of respect of any,
In will peculiar, and in felf-admission.

Aga. Why will he 'not, upon our fair request, Un-tent his person, and fare the air with us? Ulyf. Things small as nothing, for request's sake

only; He makes important; pofless'd he is with great

ness,
And speaks not to himself, but with a pride
That quarrels at felf-breath. Finagind worth
Holds in his blood such fwoln and hot discourse,
That, 'twixt his mental and his active parts,
Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages,
And batters down himself. What should I fav?
He is fo plaguy proud, that the death-tokens of it
Cry, No recovery.

Aga: Let Ajax go to him.
Dear Lord, go you and greet him in his tent;
'Tis faid he holds you well, and will be led
At your request a little from himself.

Ulyl. O, Agamemnon, let it not be fo.
We'll confecrate the steps that Ajax makes,
When they go from Achilles. Shall the proud lord,
That bastes his arrogance with his own feam,
And never fuffers matters of the world
Enter his thoughts, (fave such as do revolve
And ruminate himself,) shall he be worshipp'd
Of that we hold an idol more than he ?
No, this thrice-worthy and right-valiant lord
Must not so Itale his palm, nobly acquir*d;
Nor, by my will, affubjugate his merit,
As amply titled as Achilles is,
By going to Achilles ;

That were t'inlard his pride, already fat,
And add more coals to Cancer, when he buriis
With entertaining great Hyperion.
This lord go to bim! Jupiter forbid,
And say, in thunder, Achilles, go to him

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Neft. O, this is well, he rubs the vein of him.

[4lide. Dio. And how his silence drinks up this applause!

[.Aside. Ajax. If I go to him—with my armed fift I'll palh him o'erthe face.

Aga. O no, you shall not go.

Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheese * his pride ; let me go to him.

Ulyff. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel.

Ajax. A paltry insolent fellow-
Neft. How he describes himself!
Mjax. Can he not be sociable ?
Ulyl. The raven chides blackness."
Ajax. I'll let his humours blood.

Aga. He'll be the physician, that Mould be the patient.

Ajax. And all men were of my mind-
Ull Wit would be out of falhion.

Ajax. He should not bear it fo; he should eat fwords, first : shall pride carry, it ?

N.jt. An 'would, you'd carry half.
Ul;ll. He would have ten shares.
Ajax. I will knead him, I'll make him fupple,
Neft. He's not yet through warm : force him with
raises ; pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry.
Ulyll. My Lord, you feed too much on this dilike.
Neft. Our noble General, do not do so.)
Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles.
Ulyp. Why, 'tis this naming of him doth him hari.
Here is a man but 'tis before his face-
I will be filent.

Neft. Wherefore Mould you so ?
He is not emulous, as Achilles is.

Ulys. Know the whole world he is as valiant... Ajax. A whoreson dog! that palters thus with 'Would he were a Trojan!

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Neft. What a vice were it in Ajax now.
Ulyif. If he were proud.
Dio. Or covetous of praise.
Ulyf. Ay, or furly borne.
Dio. Or strange, or felf-affected.
Ulst. Thank the heav'ns, Lord, thou art of tweet

compofare;
Praise him that got thee, her that gave thee fuck:
Fam'd be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature
Thrice fam'd beyond, beyond all erudition :
But he that disciplin'd thy arms to fight,
Lei Mars divide eternity in twain,
And give him half; and for thy vigour,
Bull-bearing Milo his addition yields
To finewy Ajax : I'll not praise thy wisdom,
Which, like a bourn, a pale, a thore, confines
Thy spacious and dilated parts. Here's Nestor,
Instructed by the antiquary times ;
He must, he is, he cannot but be wise:
Bat pardon, father Neftor, were your days
As green as Ajax, and your brain fo temper'd,
You should not have the eminence of him,
But be as Ajax.

Ajax. Shall I call you father ?
Neft. Ay, my good lon.

Dio. Be ruld by him, Lord Ajax.
Ulylr. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles
Keeps thicket. Please it our great General
To call together all his state of war ;
Fresh kings are come to Trov; to-morrow
We'must with all our main of pow'r stand fast,
And here's a lord: come knights from east to weft,
And cull their flow'r, Ajax shall cope the best.

Agam Go we to council, let Achilles sleep; Light boats fail swift, though greater hulks draw deep. >

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Enter Pandarus and a feroant. [Mufic within,

Pandarus. Riend! you! pray you a word. Do not you Serv. Ay, Sir, when he goes before me. Pan. You do depend upon him, I mean? Sero, 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!
Pan. You know me, do you not?
Serv. Faith, Sir, superficially
Pan. Friend, know me better. I am the Lord

Pandarus
Sero. I hope I shall know your honour better.
Pan. I do desire it.
Serv. You are in the state of grace.

Pan, 'Grace? not so, friend. Honour and Lord. "Ship are my titles. What music is this?

Serv. I do but partly know, Sir; it is music in parts.

Pan. You know the musicians ?
Sero. Wholly, Sir.
Pan. Who play they to?
Sero. To the hearers, Sir.
Pan. At whose plealure, friend?
Serv. At mine, Sir, and theirs that love music,
Pan. Command, I mean, friend.
Serv. What shall I command, Sir?

Pan. Friend, we understand not one another. - I am too courtly, and : hou art too cunning. At whose request do these men play?

Sro. That's to't, indeed, Sir. Marry, Sir, at the requelt of Paris my Lord, who is there in perfon :

with him the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, love's visible soul.

P21. Who, my cousin Crellida ?

Serv. No, Sir, Helen. Could you not find out that by her attributes?

Pan. It Nould seem, fellow, that thou hast not seen the Lady Crellida. I come to speak with Paris from the Prince Troilus; I will make a complimental assault upon him, for my busine's feethes.

Séro. Sodden business! there's a stew'd phrase, indeed.

S CE N E II.

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 !

Helen. Dear Lord, you are full of fair words.

Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet Queen. Fair Prince, here is good broken music.

Par. You have broken it, cousin, and, by my life, you shall make it whole again; you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance. Nell, he is full of harmony.

Pan. Truly, Lady, no.
Helen. O, Sir
Pan. Rude, in footh ; in good footh, very rude.'

Par. Well said, my Lord; well, you say to in fits *.

Pan. I have business to my Lord, dear Queen. My Lord, will you vouchsafe me a word?

Helen. Nav, this Mall not lieuge us out; we'll hear you sing, ceriainly.

Pan. Well, sweet Queen, you are pleasant with me; but, marry thus, my Lord. My dear Lord, and most esteemed friend, your brother Froilus

• I must frankly own I can see no meaning in thefe words. Possibly the poet might write, Will, you fay fo in jejt. Revisal. VOL. IX.

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