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Than in the note of judgment: and worthier than him

self
Here tend the favage strangeness he puts on ;
Disguise the holy strength of their command,
And underwrite in an observing kiod
His humorous predominance; yea, watch
His pettith lunes, his ebbs, his flows, as if
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 much,
We'll none of him ; but let him, like an engine
Not portable, lie under this report
Bring action hither, this cannot go to war:
A ftirring dwarf we do allowance give
Before a fleeping giant: Tell him fo f.
Pat. I shall, and bring his answer presently.

(Exit Patroclus. Aga. In second voice we'll not be satisfy'd, We come to speak with him :-Ulyfes, enter you.

[Exit Ulyfies. Aja. What is hc more than another? Aga. No more than what he thinks he is. Aja. Is he so much ? Do you not think he thinks

himself
A better man than 1?

Aga. No question.
Aja. Will you subscribe his thought, and say he is ?

Aga. No, noble Ajax ; you are as strong, as valiant,
As wise too, no less noble, much more gentle,
And altogether more tractable.

Aja. Why should a man be proud ?
How doth pride grow? I know not what pride is.
Aga. Your mind's the clearer, Ajax, and your

virtues
The fairer. He that's proud eats up himself:
Pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his
Own chronicle ; and whate'er praises itself
But in the deed, devours the deed i'th' praise Il.

1 There is a most commendable degree of dignity and spirit ia this fpeech of Agamemnon's.

# This is an excellent Aroke at self-sufficiency, which must ever itapir merit,

Aja. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engend'ring

of toads.
Nef. And yet he loves himself; is it not strange?

Re-enter Ulysses.
Uly. Achilles will not to the field to-merrow.
Aga. What's his excuse?

Uly. He doth rely on none;
But carries on the Atream of his dispose,
Without observance or respect of any,
In will peculiar and in self admillion.

Aga. Why will he not, upon our fair request, “ Untent his person, and share the air with us?

Uly. Things small as nothing, for request's fake only, “ He makes important: Poffeft he is with greatnefs ; “ And speaks not to himself, but with a pride “ That quarrels at self breath : imagin'd worth " Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse, “ That, 'twixt his mental and his active parts, “ Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages, “ And batters 'gainst itself: What fhould I say ? " He is so 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 said, he holds you well; and will be led,
At your request, a little from himself.

Uly. O, Agamemnon, let it not be fo!
We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes,
When they go from Achilles : Shall the proud lord,
That baftes his arrogance with his own seam ;
And never suffers matter of the world
Enter his thoughts, fave such as doth revolve
And ruminate himself,- shall he be worship’d
Of that we hold an idol more than ne?
No, this thrice-worthy and right-valiant lord
Must not so stale his palm, nobly acquir’d;
Nor, by my will, affubjugate his merit,
As amply titld as Achilles' is,
By going to Achilles :

That

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That were to enlard his fat-already pride;
And add more coals to Cancer, when he burns
With entertaining great Hyperion.
This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid ;
And say in thunder--Achilles, go to him

Nes. O, this is well; he rubs the vein of him.
Dio. And how his filence drinks up this applause !
Aja. If I go to him, with my armed fift
I'll pash him o'er the face.

Aga. O, no, you shall not go.

Aja. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze his pride :-
Let me go to him.

Uly. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel..
Aja. A paltry insolent fellow,
Nej. How he describes himself!
Aja. Can he not be sociable ?
Uly. The raven chides blackness.
Aja. I'll let his humours blood.

Aga. He will be the physician, that hould be the
Aja. An all men were o’my mind,
Ulys. Wit would be out of fashion.

Aja. He should not bear it so,
" He should eat swords first: Shall pride carry items
Nes. An 'twould, you'd carry half.

Uly. He would have ten shares.

Aja. I'll knead him, I will make him fupple: Ñes. He's not yet thorough warm : force him with

“ praises ;
“ Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry.
" Uly. My lord, you feed too much on this dislike.

“ (To Agamemnon.-
Nef. Our noble general, do not do so.
Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles.
Uly. Why, 'tis this naming of him does him harmi.
Here is a man-but 'tis before his face;
I will be silent.

“ patient.

Ajax, like most other proud men, declares he knows not what pride is. Ulysses here, according to the character of bis policy, and ? knowledge of men, smooths over the master of the seven-fold-thield. very farewdly,

Nef. Wherefore should you so ?
He
e is not emulous, as Achilles is.
Uly. Know the whole world, he is as valiant.

Aja. A whorson dog, that lhall palter thus with us! 'Would, he were a Trojan!

Nef. What a vice were it in our Ajax now
Uly. If he were proud ?
Dio. Qr covetous. of praise ?
Uly. Ay, or furly borne?
Dio. Or strange, or self-affected?
Uly. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet com-

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

Aja. Shall I call you, father?
Uly. Ay, my good fon.
Dio. Be rul'd by him, lord Ajax.

Uly. There is no tarrying here : the bart Achillos
Keeps thicket. Please it our great gereral,
To call together all his state of war;
Fresh kings are come to Troy : To-morrow, firs,
We must with all our main of power stand fast :
And here's a lord;come knights from east to west,
And cull their flower, Ajax thall cope the best*.

* The principle of flattery is well maintained through this scene; and tbe act is geacral has much more mcris and importance than the former,

Aga. Go we to counsel. Let Achilles sleep : Light boats fail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.

Excunt,

ACT III.

SCENE I. Troy. A Room in Priam's Palace.

Enter a Servant and Pandarus.

“ PANDAR U S.

OF word : Do not

si darus.

you follow the young lord Paris? Ser. Ay, fir, when he goes before me. “ Pan. You depend upon him, I mean? “ Ser. Sir, I do depend upon the lord.

Pan. You depend upon a noble gentleman; I must « needs praise him.

Ser. The lord be praised ! o Pan. You know me, do you not? Ser. 'Faith, fir, superficially. " Pan. Friend, know me better : I am the lord Pax Ser. I hope, I fall know your honour better. *** Pan. I do desire it. “ Ser. You are in the state of grace ?

Pan. Grace ! not so, friend; honour and lordship " are my titles : [Music within.) What mufic is this?

“ Ser. I do but partly know, fir; it is music in parts. “ Pan. Know you the musicians ? “ Ser. Wholly, fir. Pan. Who play they to? “ Ser. To the hearers, fir. “ Pan. At whose pleasure, friends “ Ser. At mine, fir, and theirs that love mufic. " Pan. Command, I mean, friend? “ Ser. Who shall I command, fir ?

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