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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!
Dio. And how his silence drinks up this applause !
Ajar. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist I'll pash
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.
I will let his humours blood. Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the patient.
Ajax. He should not bear it so,
Nest. An ’t would, you'd carry half. [Aside.
He'd have ten shares.
[Aside. Ajax. I'll knead him, I will make him sup
Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. [Aside. Ulyss. My lord, you feed too much on this dislike.
[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
What a vice
If he were proud ?
. Ay, or surly borne? 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,-
Ajax. : Shall I call you father?
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.
ACT III. SCENE I.
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.
Serv. 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?