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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 down himself: What should I say?
He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it
Cry-No recovery.

Agam.
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.
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 own 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.

[Aside.

Dio. And how his silence drinks up this applause!

Ajax. If I

him

Over the face.

Agam.

[Aside.

go to him, with my arm'd fist I'll pash

O, no, you shall not go.

Ajar. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze his

pride:

Let me go to him.

Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon our

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Ajax.

I will let his humours blood.

Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the

patient.

Ajax. An all men

[Aside.

Were o'my mind,

Ulyss. Wit would be out of fashion. [Aside. Ajar. He should not bear it so,

He should eat swords first: Shall pride carry it? Nest. An 'twould, you'd carry half.

Ulyss.

[Aside.

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 him

with praises:

Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry.

[Aside.

Ulyss. My lord, you feed too much on this dis

like.

[To Agamemnon. Nest. Our noble general, do not do so.

Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Ulyss. Why, 'tis this naming of him does him harm.

Here is a man-But 'tis before his face;

I will be silent.

Nest.

Wherefore should you so?

He is not emulous, as Achilles is.

Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. Ajar. A whoreson dog, that shall palter thus

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Dio. Or strange, or self-affected?

Ulyss. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of

sweet composure;

Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck; Fam'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,-
Instructed 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 should not have the eminence of him,

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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 [Exeunt.

deep.

ACT III.

SCENE I.

TROY. 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 him, I mean?

Serv. Sir, I do depend upon the lord.

Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; I

must needs praise him.

Serv. The lord be praised!

Pan. You know me, do you not?

Serv. 'Faith, sir, superficially.

Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Pandarus.

Serv. I hope, I shall know your honour better. Pan. I do desire it.

Serv. You are in the state of grace.

[Musick within.

Pan. Grace! not so, friend; honour and lord

ship are my titles:-What musick is this?

Serv. I do but partly know, sir; it is musick in parts.

Pan. Know you the musicians?

Serv. Wholly, sir.

Pan. Who play they to?.

Serv. To the hearers, sir.

Pan. At whose pleasure, friend?

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