Patr. I shall; and bring his answer presently. [Exit. Agam. 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? Agam. 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 am? Agam. No question. Ajax. Will you subscribe his thought, and say he is? Agam. No, noble Ajax; you are as strong, 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 pride is. Agam. Your mind's the 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 do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads. Nest. And yet he loves himself: Is it not strange? [Aside. Re-enter ULYSSES. He doth rely on none; Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. Agam. What's his excuse. Ulyss But carries on the stream of his dispose, Without observance or respect of any, In will peculiar and in self-admission. Agam. Why will he not, upon our fair request, Untent his person, and share the air with us? Ulyss. Things small as nothing, for request's sake only, He makes important: Possess'd he is with great ness s; And speaks not.to himself, but with a pride -- Agam. Ulyss. O Agamemnon, let it not be so!. Enter his thoughts, save such as do revolve No, this thrice worthy and right valiant lord By going to Achilles : That were to enlard his fat-already pride; And add more coals to Cancer, when he burns 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 up this applause! [Aside. [Aside. 6 Fat. Ajax. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist I'll pash' him Over the face. Agam. Ọ, no, you shall not go. Ajax. 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 quarrel. Nest. Ajax. A paltry, insolent fellow, How he describes Ajax. I will let his humours blood. Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the Ajax. 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 supple: 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 dislike. [To AGAMEMNON. Nest. O noble general, do not do so. Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Ulyss. Why, 'tis this naming of him does him harm. 7 Strike. 8 Comb.or curry. 9 Stuff. Here is a man — I will be silent. Nest. But 'tis before his face; Wherefore should you so? He is not emulous', as Achilles is. Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. Ajax. A vile dog, that shall palter' thus with us! I would, he were a Trojan! Nest. What a vice Dio. Or covetous of praise? Ulyss. 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: To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom, He must, he is, he cannot but be wise ;- Ajax. Shall I call you father? Nest. Ay, my good son. Dio. Be rul'd by him, lord Ajax. Ulyss. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles Keeps thicket. Please it our great general 1 Envious. 3 Titles. 2 Trifle. • Boundary. To call together all his state of war; 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. [Exeunt. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE 1, 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. |