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And speaks not to himself, but with a pride
Let Ajax go to him.---
Ulyss. O Agamemnon, let it not be so ! We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes When they go from Achilles: Shall the proud lord, That bastes his arrogance with his owu seam; And never suffers matter of the world Enter his thoughts, -save 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 stale his palm, nobly acquir'd; Nor, by my will, assubjugate his merit, As amply titled as Achilles is, By going to Achilles : 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. Nest. O, this is well; he rubs the vein of him.
Dio. And how his silence drinks
[Aside. Ajax. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist I'll pashı
him Over the face.
Agam. O, no, you shall not go.
pride: Let me go to him. Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon our
quarrel. Ajax. A paltry, insolent fellow,Nest.
How he describes Himself!
[Aside. Ajar. Can he not be sociable? Ulyss.
The raven Chides blackness.
[ Aside. Ajax.
I will let his humours blood. Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the patient.
[Aside. Ajax. An all men Were o'my mind,
Ulyss. Wit would be out of fashion. [Aside.
Ajax. He should not bear it so, He should eat swords first: Shall pride carry it?
Nest. An 'twould, you'd carry half. [Aside. Ulyss.
He'd have ten shares.
[Aside. Ajax. I'll knead him, I will make him sup
ple:Nest. He's not yet thorough warm: force hiin
Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. [Aside. Ulyss. My lord, you feed too much on this dislike.
Wherefore should you so?
Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. Ajar. A whoreson dog, that shall palter thus
What a vice
If he were proud ?
Ay, or surly borne?
sweet composure; Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck; Fan'd be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature Thrice-fam’d, beyond all erudition: But he that disciplin'd thy arms to fight, Let Mars divide eternity in twain, And give him half: and, for thy vigour, Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield To sinewy Ajax. I'll not praise thy wisdom, Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines
Thy spacious and dilated parts: Here's Nestor,-
Shall I call
father? Nest. Ay, my good son. Dio.
Be ruld by him, lord Ajax. Ulyss. 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 Troy: To-morrow, 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 shall cope the best. Agam. Go we to council.
Let Achilles sleep: Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.
A ROOM IN PRIAM'S PALACE,
Enter Pandarus and a Servant. Pan. Friend! you! pray you, a word: Do not you follow the young lord Paris?
Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes before me.
Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; I must needs praise him.
Sero. The lord be praised !
Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Pandarus.
Serv. I hope, I shall know your honour better.
[Musick within. Pan. Grace! not so, friend; honour and lordship are my titles:—What musick is this?
Serv. I do but partly know, sir; it is musick in parts.
Pan. Know you the musicians?