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Ther. Here is such patchery, such jugling, andi such 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 Serpigo on the subject, and war and lechery confound all! [Exit.
Aga. Where is Achilles ?
Aga. Let it be known to him that we are here.
call it melancholy, if you will favour the man; but, by my head, 'tis pride; but why, why ?-let him thew us the cause. A word, my lord.
To Agamemnon. Neft. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him ? Ulyf. Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him. Nest. Who, Thersites? Ulys. He.
Neft. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have lost his argument.
Ulv. No, you fee, he is his argument, that has his argument, Achilles,
Neft. All the better ; their fraction is more our wish ihan their faction; but it was a strong counsel, that a fool could disunite.
Uly). The amity, that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.
* He Sent our messengers.- -] This Nonsense should be read, He Shent our Messengers,
-i. c. rebuked, rated. Warb.
Here comes Patroclus.
(tesy; Ulys. The elephant hath joints, but none for courHis legs are for necessity, not flexure.
Pat. Achilles bids me say, he is much sorry,
Aga. Here you, Patroclus;
Not portable, lie under this report,
Pat. I shall, and bring his answer presently. [Exit,
Aga. In second voice we'll not be satisfied, We come to speak with him. Ulysses, enter.
Exit Ulysses. Ajax. What is !he more than another ? Aga. No more than what he thinks he is.
Ajax. Is he so much ? do you not think, he thinks himself a better man than I ?
Aga. No question.
Ajax. Will you subscribe his thought, and say, he is ?
Aga. No, noble Ajax, you are as ftrong, as valiant, as wise, no less noble, much more gentle, and altogether more tractable.
Ajax. Why should a man be proud ? how doth pride grow? I know not what it is.
Aga. Your mind is clearer, Ajax, and your virtues the fairer; he, that is proud, eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.
Ajax. I ring of toads;
Neft. Yet he loves himself : is't not strange ?
Uly. He doth rely on' none;
In will-peculiar, and in felf-admillion.
Aga. Why will be not, upon our fair request, Un-tent his person, and share the air with us? Ulys. Things small as nothing, for request's fake
Aga. Let Ajax go to him.
Ulyl. O, Agamemnon, let it not be fo.
Neft. O, this is well, he rubs the vein of him.' Dio. And how his silence drinks up this applause! Ajax. it I go'to bim - with armed fist I'll paih him o'er the face.
Aga. O no, you
shall not go. Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheese his pride: let me go to him.
Ulys. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel.
Ajax. He should not bear it fo, he should eat swords first : sball pride carry it ?
Neft. An'twould, you'd carry half.
Ajax. I will knead him, I'll make him supple Neft. He is not yet through warm: force him with praises ; pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry.
Uly. My lord, you feed too much on this dislike.
Ulyl. Why, 'tis this naming of him doth him harm. Here is a nian
but 'tis before his faceI will be silent.
Neft. Wherefore should you so ? He is not emulous, as Achilles is.
Uly. Know the whole world, he is as valiant.
Ajax. A whoreson dog! that palters thus with us-. Would he were a Trojan!
Neft. What a vice were it in Ajax now