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hand: To our Pavilion shall I lead
first: Achilles shall have word of this intent, So shall each lord of Greece from tent to tent : Yourself fhall feast with us before you go, And find the welcome of a noble foe. (Exeunt.
Manent Ulysses and Nestor.
Neft. What says Ulysses?
Neft. What is't?
Neft. Well, and how now?
Neft. The purpose is perspicuous even as Substance, Whose grofiness little characters fum up. And, in the publication, make no ftrain, But that Achilles, were his brain as barren As banks of Libya, (tho', Apollo knows, 'Tis dry enongh,) will with great speed of judgment, Ay, with celerity, find Hu&tor's purpose Pointing on him.
Uly. And wake him to the answer, think you? Neft. Yes, 'tis most meet; whom may you else oppose,
That can from Hedor bring his honour off,
Ulyl. Give pardon to my speech;
eyes : they? Ulys. What glory our Achilles shares from He&tor, Were he not proud, we all sbould share with him: But he already is too insolent; And we were better parch in Afric Sun,
Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes,
Neft. Ulyses, Now I relish thy advice,
A C T II.
SC EN E I.
The Grecian Camp.
AJ A X.
Ther. Agamemnon-how if he had boils--full, all over, generally.
[Talking to himself. Ajax. Therftes,
Ther. And those boils did run--fay fo-did not the General run? were not that a botchy core ? Ajax, Dog!
Ther, Ther. Then there would come fome matter from him : I see none now.
Ajax. Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not hear? feel then.
(Strikes him. Ther. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mungrel beef-witted lord!
Ajax. * Speak then, you windyest leaven, speak; I will beat thee into handsomeness.
Ther. I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness; but, I think, thy horse will sooner con an oration, than thou learn a prayer without book: thou canst strike, canst thou ? a red murrain o'thy jade's tricks!
Ajax. Toads-stool, learn me the proclamation.
Ther. Doeft thou think, I have no sense, thou strik'st me thus ?
Ajax. The proclamation
Ther. I would, thou didft itch from head to foot, and I had the scratching of thee; I would make thee the loathsom'ft scab in Greece.
Ajax. I say, the proclamation
Ther. Thou grumbleft and railest every hour on Achilles, and thou art as full of envy at his Greatness, as Cerberus is at Proserpina's Beauty: ay, that thou bark'st at him.
Ajax. Mistress Therfites ! Ther. Thou shouldst strike him. Ajax. Cobloaf: I'her. He would pound thee into shivers with his fift, as a sailor breaks a bisket. Ajax. You whoreson cur !
[Beating him. Ther. Do, do. Ajax. Thou stool for a witch !
Ther. Ay, do, do, thou sodden-witted lord ; thou hast no more brain than I have in
my * Speak then, thou whinid's leaven,) This is the Reading of the old Copies. It should be windyeft, c.i. most windy. Warb.
elbows ; an
Asinego may tutor thee. Thou scurvy valiant afs! thou art here but to thrasha Trojans, and thou art bought and sold among those of any wit, like a Barbarian flave. If thou use to beat me, I will begin at thy heel, and tell what thou art by inches, thou thing of no bowels, thou !
Ajax. You dog!
[Beating him. Ther. Mars his ideot! do, rudeness; do, camel, do,
SC EN E II.
Enter Achilles and Patroclus. Achil.
Ther. You see him there, do you?
. Ay, what's the matter ?
Ther. But yet you look not well upon him: for whosoever you take him to be, he is Ajax.
Achil. I know that, fool.
Ther. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he utters; his evasions have ears thus long. I have bobb'd his brain, more than he has beat my bones: I will buy nine sparrows for a penny, and his Pia Mater is not worth the ninth part of a sparrow. This lord (Achilles) Ajax, who wears his wit in his belly, and his guts in his head, I'll tell you what I say of him. Achil. What?
(Ajax offers to Nrike him, Achilles internes. Vol. IX.