les; Achilles is a fool to be commanded of Agamemnon; Therfites is a fool, to ferve fuch a fool; and Patroclus is a fool pofitive. Patr. Why am I a fool? Ther. Make that demand of the prover.-It fuffices me, thou art. Look you, who comes here? Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, NESTOR, DIOMEDES, and AJAX. Achil. Patroclus, I'll fpeak with nobody:-Come in with me, Therfites. [Exit. Ther. Here is such patchery, fuch 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 ferpigo on the subject! and war, and lechery, confound all! Agam. Where is Achilles? Patr. Within his tent; but ill-difpos'd, my lord. Agam. Let it be known to him, that we are here. He fhent our meffengers; and we lay by Our appertainments, vifiting of him : Let him be told fo; left, perchance, he think Patr. I fhall fay fo to him. Uly. We faw him at the opening of his tent; He is not fick. [Exit. [Exit, Ajax. Yes, lion-fick, fick of proud heart: you may call it melancholy, if you will favour the man; but, by my head, 'tis pride: But why, why? let him fhow us a cause. -A word, my lord. [Takes AGAMEMNON afide. 1 Neft. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him? Neft. Neft. Who? Therfites? Ulyff. He. Neft. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have loft his argument. Ulyff. No; you fee, he is his argument, that has his argument; Achilles. Neft. All the better; their fraction is more our wish, than their faction: But it was a strong compofure, a fool could difunite. Uly. The amity, that wisdom knits not, folly may eafily untie. Here comes Patroclus. Re-enter PATROCLUS. Neft. No Achilles with him. Uly. The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy : his legs are legs for neceffity, not for flexure. Patr. Achilles bids me fay—he is much sorry, Agam.' Hear you, Patroclus ;- Much attribute he hath; and much the reason If If you do fay-we think him over-proud, And under-honeft; in self-assumption greater, Than in the note of judgement; and worthier than himself Patr. I fhall; and bring his answer presently. [Exit. [Exit ULYSSES. Ajax. What is he more than another? Ajax. Is he fo much? Do you not think, he thinks himfelf a better man than I am? Agam. No question. Ajax. Will you subscribe his thought, and fay- he is? Agam. No, noble Ajax; you are as ftrong, as valiant, as wife, no less noble, much more gentle, and altogether more tractable. Ajax. Why fhould a man be proud? How doth pride grow? I know not what pride is. Agam. Your mind's the clearer, Ajax, and your virtues the fairer. He that is proud, eats up him felf: pride is his own glafs, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever whatever praifes itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praife. Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads. Neft. And yet he loves himself: Is it not strange? Re-enter ULYSSES. [Afide. Uly. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. He doth rely on none; Ul Agam. Why will he not, upon our fair request, Uly Things finall as nothing, for request's fake only, And batters down himfelf: What should I say? Agam. Let Ajax go to him. Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent : We'll confecrate the fteps that Ajax makes When they go from Achilles : Shall the proud lord, 6 I hat That baftes his arrogance with his own feam; Enter his thoughts,-fave fuch as do revolve No, this thrice-worthy and right-valiant lord Nor, by my will, affubjugate his merit, By going to Achilles : That were to enlard his fat-already pride; And add more coals to Cancer, when he burns This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid ; And fay in thunder-Achilles, go to him. Neft. O, this is well; he rubs the vein of him. [Afide. Dio. And how his filence drinks up this applaufe! [Afide. Ajax. If I go to him, with my arm'd fift I'll pash him Over the face. Agam. O, no, you shall not go. Ajax. 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. Ajax. A paltry, infolent fellow, Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the patient. [Afide. |