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Uly. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow.
Ulyll. He doth rely on none;
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
Aga: Let Ajax go to him.
Ulyl. O, Agamemnon, let it not be fo.
That were t'inlard his pride, already fat,
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-
Aga. He'll be the physician, that Mould be the patient.
Ajax. And all men were of my mind-
Ajax. He should not bear it fo; he should eat fwords, first : shall pride carry, it ?
N.jt. An 'would, you'd carry half.
Neft. Wherefore Mould you so ?
Ulys. Know the whole world he is as valiant... Ajax. A whoreson dog! that palters thus with 'Would he were a Trojan!
To pheese is to comb or curty. The expression occurs in this scole, in the loduction to the Taming of the Burew.
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Neft. What a vice were it in Ajax now.
Ajax. Shall I call you father ?
Dio. Be ruld by him, Lord Ajax.
Agam Go we to council, let Achilles sleep; Light boats fail swift, though greater hulks draw deep. >
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, '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 ?
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.
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.