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Shall make it good, or do his best to do it,
Although particular, shall give a scantling He hath a lady, wiser, fairer, truer,
of good or bad unto the general ; Than ever Greek did compass in his arms;
And in such indexes, although small pricks
To their subsequent volumes, there is seen
of things to come at large. It is supposod, If any come, Hector shall honour him;
He, that meets Hector, issues from our choice :
And choice, being mutual act of all our souls,
As 'twere from forth us all, a man distill'd
What heart receives from hence a conquering part,
In no less working, than are swords and bows If then one is, or hath, or means to be,
Directive by the limbs. That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he.
Give pardon to my speech ;Nest. Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man Therefore 'tis meet, Achilles meet not Hector. When Hector's grandsire suck'd: he is old now; Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares, But, if there be not in our Grecian host
And think, perchance, they'll sell; if not, One noble man, that hath one spark of fire,
The lustre of the better shall exceed, To answer for his love, Tell him from me,
By showing the worse first. Do not consent,
That ever Hector and Achilles meet ;
Nest. I see them not with my old eyes; what are As may be in the world ; His youth in flood,
they? T'U prove this truth with my three drops of blood. Ulyss. What glory our Achilles shares from Hector,
Æne. Now heavens forbid such scarcity of youth ! Were he not proud, we all should share with him :
But he already is top insolent;
Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes,
Should he 'scape Hector fair: If he were foild, So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent: Why, then we did our main opinion crush Yourself shall feast with us before you go,
In taint of our best man. No, make a lottery; And find the welcome of a noble foe.
And, by device, let blockish Ajax draw [Excunt all but Ulysses and Nestor. The sort to fight with Hector: Among ourselves Ulyss. Nestor,
Give him allowance for the better man, Nest. What says Ulysses ?
For that will physic the great Myrmidon, Ulyss. I have a young conception in my brain, Who broils in loud applause; and make him fall Be you my time to bring it to some shape.
His crest, that prouder than blue Iris bends Nest. What is't?
If the dull brainless Ajax come safe off,
We'll dress him up in voices : If he fail,
That we have better men. But, hit or miss, la rank Achilles, must or now be cropp 'd,
Our project's life this shape of sense assumes Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil,
Ajax, employ'd, plucks down Achilles' plumes.
Now I begin to relish thy advice;
To Agamemnon : go we to him straight. Relates in purpose only to Achilles.
Two curs shall tame each other; Pride alone Nest. The purpose is perspicuous even as substance, || Must tarre the mastiffs on, as 'twere their bone. (Exc Whose grossness little characters sum up: And, in the publication, make no strain, But that Achilles, were his brain as barren As banks of Lybia,-though, Apollo knows,
ACT II. 'Tis dry enough,--will with great speed of judgement, Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose
SCENE 1.- Another Part of the Grecian Camp. Ext: Pointing on him.
ter Ajax and Thersites. Ulyss. And wake him to the answer, think you ?
Ther. Agamemnon-low if lie had boils : full, alt
over, generally? If not Achilles? Though 't be a sportful combat, Yet in the trial much opinion dwells ;
Ajax. Thersites, For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repute
Ther. And those boils did run--Say so, did not With their fin'st palate: And trust to me, Ulysses,
the general run then ? were noi that a butchy core?
Ajar. Dog --
Our imputation shall be oddly poisid
see nobe now,
Ajar. Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not hear? Achil. Nay, goox Ajax. Feel then.
[Strikes him. [Ajax offers to strike him, Achilles interposes. Ther. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mon Ther. Has not so much wit grel beef-witted lord !
Arhil. Nay, I must hold you. Ajax. Speak then, thou unsalted leaveu, speak: I Ther. As will stop the eye of Heler's needle, for will beat thee into bandsomeness.
whom he comes to fight. Ther. I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness : Achil. Peace, fool! but, I think, thy horse will sooner con an oration, than Ther. I would have peace and quietess, but the fool thou learn a prayer without book. Thou canst strike, will not: he there; that he ; look you there. canst thou? a red murrain o' thy jade's tricks!
Ajax. O thou damned cur! I shallAjax, Toads-stool, learn me the proclamation. Achil. Will you set your wit to a fool's ?
Ther. Dost thou think, I have no sense, thou strik: Ther. No, I warrant you ; for a foul's will shame it. est me thus ?
Patr. Good words, Thersites. Ajar. The proclamation
Achil. What's the quarrel ? Ther. Thou art proclaimed a fool, I think.
Ajax. I bade the vile owl, go learn me the tenor of Ajar. Do not, porcupine, lo not; my fingers itch. the proclamation, and he rails upon me.
Ther. I would, thou didst itch from head to foot, and Ther. I serve thee not. I had the scratching of thee; I would make thee the Ajax. Well, go to, go to. loathsomest scab in Greece. When thou art forth io Ther. I serve here voluntary. the incursions, thou strikest as slow as another.
Achil. Your last service was sufferance, 'twas not Ajar. I say, the proclamation, —
voluntary; no man is beaten voluntary; Ajax was Ther. Thou grunblest and railest every hour on here the voluntary, and you as under an impresi. Achilles ; and thou art as full of envy at his greatness, Ther. Even so ?-a great deal of your wit too lies in as Cerberus is at Proserpina's beauty, ay, that thou your sinew's, or else there be liars. Hector shall have barkest at him.
a great catch, if he knock out either of your brains; Ajax. Mistress Thersites!
'a were as good crack a fusty nut with no kernel. Ther. Thou shouklest strike him.
Achil. What, with me too, Thersites? Ajax, Cobloaf!
Ther. There's Ulysses, and old Nestor,— whose wit Ther. He would pun thee into shivers with his fist, was mouldy ere your grandsires had aails on their tocs, as a sailor breaks a biscuit.
-yoke you like draught oxen, and make you plough Atjar. You whoreson cur!
[Beating him. up the wars. Ther. Do, do.
Achil. What, what? Ajax. Thou stool for a witch!
Ther. Yes, good sooth ; To, Achilles! to, Ajax! to! Ther. Ay, do, do ; thou sodden-witted Jord! thou Ajax. I shall cut out your tongue. hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows; an as Ther. 'T'is no matter; I shall speak as much as thot, sinego may tutor thee: Thou scurvy valiant ass ! afterwards. Thon art here put to thrash Trojans ; and thon art Patr. No more words, Thersites; peace. bought and sold among those of any wit, like a Barba Ther. I will hold my peace when Achilles' brach rian slave. If thou use to beat me, I will begin at thy bids me, shall I ? heel, and tell what thou art by inches, thou thing of no Achil. There's for you, Patroclus. bowels, thou !
Ther. I will see you hanged, like cloipoles, ere i Ajax. You dog!
come any more to your tents; I will kerp where there Ther. You scurvy lord!
is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools. (Exito Ajar. You cur !
[Beattug him. Patr. A good riddance. Ther. Mars his idiot? do, rudeness; do, camel; do, Achil. Marry, this, sir, is proclaimed through all do.
our host : Enter Achilles and Patroclus.
That Hector, by the first hour of the sun, Achil. Why, bow now, Ajax ? Wherefore do you Will, with a trumpet, 'twixt our tents and Tros, thus?
To-morrow morning call soine knight to arms, Thersites! what's the matter, man? That hath a stomach ; and such a one, that dare Ther. You see him there, do you?
Maintain-I know not what ; 'tis traslı: Farewell. Achil. Ay; what's the matter?
Ajror. Farewell. Who shall answer him? Ther. Nay, look upon him.
Achil. I know not, it is put to lottery; otherwise, Achil. So I do ; What's the matter?
Ile knew his man. Ther. Nay, but regard hini well.
Ajax. O, meaning you :-I'll go learn more of it. Achil. Well, why I do so.
[Exeunt. Ther. But yet you look oot well upon him: for whosoever you take him to be, he is Ajax.
SCENE 11.-Tin A Room in Priam's Palace. Er Achil. I know thai, fool.
ter Priam, Hector, Troilus, Paris, and Helenus. Ther, Ay, but that fool knows not himself.
Pri. After so many hours, lives, speeches spent Ajax. Therefore I beat thee.
Thus once again says Nescor from the Greeks; Ther. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit lie utters ! Deliver Helen, and all damage elsehis evasions bave cars thus long. I have bobbed his As honour, loss of time, travel, expense, brain, more than he has beat iny bones: I will buy nine Wounds, friendls, and what cise úcar that is censum'd sparrows for a penny, and his pia mater is not worth In hot digestion of this cormorant war, the ninth part of a sparrow. This lord, Achilles, | Shall be struck of?:-Hector, what say you to'r? Ajax,-who wears his wit in his belly, and his guts in Hect. Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than 1, his head, -l'll cell you what I say of him,
As far as toucheth my particular, yei, Achil. What?
Dread Priam, Ther. I say, this Ajax
There is no lady of more softer bowels
More spungy to suck in the sense of fear,
He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth and freakMore ready to cry out-Who knows what follows? Than Hector is : The wound of peace is surely, Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes pale the morning. Sarety sveure ; but modest doubt is call'd
Why keep we her? the Grecians keep our aunt: The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches Is she worth keeping? why, she is a pearl, To the bottom of the worst. Let Helen go:
Whose price hath launch'd above a thousand ships, Since the first sword was drawn about this question, And turn'd crown'd kings to merchants. Every tithe soul 'inongst many thousand dismes, If you'll evouch, 'twas wisdom Paris went, Hath been as clear as Helen ; I mean, of ours: (As you must neerls, for you all cried-Go, go,) If we have lost so many tenths of ours,
If you'll confess, he brought home noble prize, To guard a thing not ours; not worth to us, (As you must needs, for you all elapp'd your bands, Had it our name, the value of one ten ;
And cried-Inestimable !) why do you now What merit's in that reason, which denics
The issue of your proper wisdoms rate ;
And do a deed that fortune never did,
Beggar the estimation which you priz'd
Richer than sea and land? O theft most base; So great as our dread father, in a scale
That we have stolen what we do fear to keep! of common ounces? will you with counters sum But, thieves, unworthy of a thing so stolen, The past proportion of his infinite?
That in their country did them that disgrace, And buckle-in a waist most fathomless,
We fear to warrant in our native place! Wih spans and inches so diminutive
Cas. (Within.] Cry, Trojans, cry! As fears and reasons ? fie, for godly shame!
Pri. What noise! what shriek is this?
Hect. It is Cassandra.
Enter Cassandra, raving. You fur your gloves with reason. Here are your rea Cas. Cry, Trojans, cry! lend me ten thousand eyes, sons :
And I will fill them with prophetic tears. You know, an enemy intends you harm;
Hect. Peace, sister, peace. You know, a sword employd is perilous,
Car. Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled elders, And reason flies the object of all harın :
Soft infaney, that nothing canst but cry, Who marvels then, when Helenus beholds
Add to my clamours ! let us pay betimes A Grecian and his sword, if he do set
A muiety of that mass of moan to come. The very wings of reason to his heels;
Cry, Trojans, cry! practise your eyes with tears! And fly like chidden Mercury from Jove,
Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilion stand; Or like a star dis-orb'd? Nay, if we talk of reason, Our fire-brand brother, Paris, burns us all. Let's shut our gates, and sleep: Manhood and honour Cry, Trojans, cry! a Helen, and a woe: Should have hare hearts, would they but fat their Cry, cry! Truy burns, or else let Helen go. [Erit. thoughts
Hect. Now, youthful Troilus, do not these high With this cramm'd reason: reason and respect
strains Make livers pale, and lustihood deject.
of divination in our sister work Hect. Brother, she is not worth what she doth cost Some couches of remorse? or is your blood The holding
So madly hot, that no discourse of reason, Tro. What is aught, but as 'ris valued ? Nor fear of bud success in a bad cause,
Hect. But value dwells not in particular will; Can qualify the same? It holds his estimate and dignity
Why, brother Hector, As well whereiu 'tis precious of itself
We may not think the justness of each act As in the prizer: 'tis mad idolatry,
Such and no other than event doth form it; To make the service greater than the god;
Nor once deject the courage of our minds, And the will dotes, that is attributive
Because Cassandra's mad; her brain-sick raptures To what infectiously itself affects,
Cannot distaste the goodness of a quarrel, Without some image of the affected mcrit.
Which hath our several honours all engag'd Tro. I take to-day a wife, and my election
To make it gracious. For my private part, Is led on in the conduct of my will;
I am no more touch'd than all Priam's sons: My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears,
And Jore forbid, there should be done amongst us Two trased pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores Such things as might offend the weakest spleen of will and judgement : How may I avoid,
To fight for and maintain ! Although my will distaste what it elected,
Par. Else might the world convince of levity The wife I chose ? there can be po evasion
As well my undertakings, as your counsels :
But I attest the gols, your full consent
For what, alas, can these ray single arms?
What propugnation is in one man's valour,
Nor faint in the pursuit.
París, you speak
Par. Sir, I propose not merely to myself The pleasures such a beauty brings with it; But I would have the soil of her fair rape Wip'd off, in honourable keeping her. What treason were it to the ransack'd queen, Disgrace to your great worths, and shame to me, Now to deliver her possession up, On terms of base compulsion? Can it be, That so degenerate a strain as this, Should once set footing in your generous bosoms ? There's not the meanest spirit on our party, Without a heart to dare, or sword to draw, When Helen is defended; nor none so noble, Whose life were ill bestow'd, or death unfam'd, Where Helen is the subject : then, I say, Well may we fight for her, whom, we know well, The world's large spaces cannot parallel.
Hect. Paris, and Troilus, you have both said well; And on the cause and question now in hand Have gloz'd, -but superficially ; not much Unlike young men, whom Aristotle thought Unfit to hear moral philosophy : The reasons, you allege, do more conduce To the bot passion of distemper'd blood, Than to make up a free determination 'Twixt right and wrong; For pleasure and revenge, Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice of any true decision. Nature craves, All dues be render'd to their owners; Now What nearer debt in all humanity, Than wife is to the husband? if this law of nature be corrupted throngh affection ; And that great minds, of partial indulgence To their benumbed wills, resist the sanue ; There is a law in each well-orderd nation, To curb those raging appetites that are Most disobedient and refractory. If Helen then be wife to Sparta's king, As it is known she is,-these moral laws of nature, and of nations, speak aloud To have her back return'd: Thus to persist In doing wrong, extenuates not wrong, But makes it much more heavy. Hector's opinion Is this, in way of truth: yet, ne'ertheless, My spritely brethren, I propend to you In resolution to keep Helen still; For 'tis a cause that hath no mean dependence Upon our joint and several dignities.
Tro. Why, there you touch'd the life of our design:
Will strike amazement to their drowsy spirits :
(E.reunt. SCENE III.-The Grecian Camp. Before Achilles'
Tento Enter Thersites. Ther. How now, Thersites? what, lost in the labyrinth of thy fury? Shall the elephant Ajax carry it thus ? he beats me, and I rail at him: 0 worthy satisfaction ! 'would it were otherwise; that I could beat him, whilst he railed at me: 'Sfoot, ru learn to conjure and raise devils, but I'll see some issue of my spiteful execrations. Then there's Achilles,-a rare engineer.' If Troy be not taken till these two undermine it, the walls will stand till they fall of themselves. O thou great thunder
darter of Olympus, forget that thou art Jove the king of gods; and, Mercury, lose all the serpentine craft of thy Caduceus; if ye take not that little little less-than-little wit from them that they have! which short-armed ignorance itself knows is se abundant scarce, it will not in circumvention delivere fly from a spider, without drawing their inassy irosis, and cutting the web. Afær this, the vengeance on the whole camp ! or, rather, the bone ache! for that, me. thinks, is the curse dependant on those that war for å placket. I have said my prayers ; and, devil, envy, say Amen.-What, ho! my lord Achilles !
Enter Patroclus. Patr. Who's there? Thersites? Good Thersites, come in and rail.
Ther. If I could have remembered a gilt counterfeit, thou wouldest not have slipped out of my contemplation : but it is no matter; Thyself upon thyself! The common curse of mankind, fully and ignorance, be thine in great revenue! hearen bless thee from a tutor, and discipline come not near ther! Let thy blood be thy direction till thy death! then if she, that lays thee out, says-thou art a fair corse, I'll be sworn and sworn upon't, she never shrouded ang but lazars. Amen. Where's Achilles ?
Patr. What, art thou devout ? wast thou in prayer?
Achil. Where, where ?-Art thou come? Why, my cheese, my digestion, why hast thou not served thyself in to my table so many meals? Come; what's Agt memnon?
Ther. Thy commander, Achilles ;-Then tell me, Patroclus, what's Achilles ?
Patr. Thy lord, Thersites; Then tell me, I pray thee, what's thyself?
Ther. Thy knower, Patroclus; Then tell me, Patro clus, what art thou ?
Patr. Thou mayest tell that knowest.
Ther. I'll decline the whole question. Agamemnon commands Achilles ; Achilles is my lord; I am Patroclus' knower; and Patroclus is a fool.
Patr. You rascal !
Ther, Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; Thersites is a fool; and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a fool
Achil. Derive this; come.
Ther. Agamemnon is a fool to offer to commanı! Achilles ; Achilles is a fool to be cominanded of Aga
I am yours,
memnon; Thersites is a fool to serve such a fool; and And under-write in an observing kind Patroclus is a fool positive.
His humourous predominance; yea, watch Patr. Why am I a fool ?
His pettish lunes, his ebbs, his flows, as if Ther. Make that demand of the prover.-It suffices The passage and whole carriage of this action me, thou art. Look you, who comes here?
Role on his tide. Go, tell him this; and add,
That, if he overhold his price so much,
We'll none of him ; but let him, like an engine
Not portable, lie under this report-
A stirring dwarf we do allowance give Ther. Here is such patchery, such juggling, and such Before a sleeping giant :-Tell him so. knavery! All the argument is, a cuckold, and a whore; Patr. I shall; and bring his answer presently. A good quarrel, to draw emulous factions, and bleed to
[Ex'it Patroclus. death upon. Now the dry serpigo on the subject! and Aga. In second voice we'll not be satisfied, war, and lechery, confound all !
[Exit. We come to speak with him.-Ulysses, enter. Aga. Where is Achilles ?
[Exit Ulysses. Patr. Within his tent; but ill-dispos’d, my lord. Ajax. What is he more than another?
Aga. Let it be known to him, that we are here. Aga. No more than what he thinks he is. He shent our messengers ; and we lay by
Ajat. Is he so much? Do you not think, he thinks Our appertainments visiting of him:
himself a better man than I am? Let him be told so; lest, perchance, he think
Aga. No question. We dare not move the question of our place,
Ajax. Will you subscribe his thought, and say-he is? Or know not what we are.
Aga. No, noble Ajax ; you are as strong, as valiant, Patr.
I shall say so to him. [Exit. as wise, no less noble, much more gentle, and altogethUlyss. We saw him at the opening of his tent ; er more tractable. He is not sick.
Ajax. Why should a man be proud ? how doth pride Ajax. Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart: you may grow? I know not what pride is. call it melancholy, if you will favour the man; but, by Aga. Your mind 's the clearer, Ajax, and your vir my head, 'tis pride. But why, why? let him show us tues the fairer. He that is proud, eats up himself: a cause.- A word, my lord. [Takes Agam. aside. || pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own
Nest. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him? chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed,
Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engenUlyss, He.
dering of toads. Nest. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have lost Nest. [Aside.] And yet he loves himself : Is it not his argument.
strange? Ulyss. No, you see, he is his argument, that has his
Re-enter Ulysses. argument; Achilles, Nest. All the better; their fraction is more our
Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. wish, than their faction: But it was a strong compo
Aga. What's his excuse?
He doth rely on none; sure, a fool could disunite. Ulyss. The amity, that wisdom knits not, folly may
But carries on the stream of his dispose,
Without observance or respeet of any, easily untie. Here comes Patroclus.
In will peculiar and in self-adroission.
Aga. Why will he not, upon our fair request,
Untent his person, and share the air with us? Ulyss. The elephant hath joints, but none for cour Ulyss. Things small as nothing, for request's sake tesy : bis legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.
only, Patr. Achilles bids mne say-he is much sorry,
He makes important : Possess*d he is with greatnesss
Holds in his blood such swolo and hot discourse,
Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages,
Hear you, Patroclus ; And batters down himself : What should I say? We are too well acquainted with these answers : He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it But his evasion, wing'd thus swift with scorn, Cry-No recovery. Cannot out-fly our apprel.ensions.
Let Ajax go to him.Much attribute he hath ; and much the reason Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent: Why we ascribe it to him: yet all his virtues, 'Tis said, he holds you well: and will be led, Not virtuously on his own part beheld,
At your request, a little from himself. Do, in our eyes, begin to lose their gloss ;
Ulyss. O, Agamemnon, let it not be so ! Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish,
We'll constcrate the steps that Ajax makes Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell him,
When they go from Achilles : Shall the proud lord,
And never suffers matter of the world
of that we hold an idol more than he ?