Ulyss. No you see, he is his argument, that has his argument ; Achilles.

Nest. All the better; their fraction is more our wish, than their faction: But it was a strong composure, a fool could disunite.

Ulyss. The amity, that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie. Here comes Patroclus.

Re-enter Patroclus.

Nest. No Achilles with him.

Ulyss. The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy: his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.

Patr. Achilles bids me say—he is much sorry, If any thing more than your sport and pleasure Did move your greatness, and this noble state, To call upon him; he hopes, it is no other, But, for your health and your digestion's sake, An after-dinner's breath*. Agam.

Hear you, Patroclus; We are too well acquainted with these answers : But his evasion, wing'd thus swift with scorn, Cannot outfly our apprehensions. Much attribute he bath; and much the reason Why we ascribe it to him: yet all his virtues, Not virtuously on his own part behela, Do, in our eyes, begin to lose their gloss; Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish, Are like to rot uptasted. Go and tell him, We come to speak with him: And you shall not sin, If you do say-we think him over-proud, And under-honest; in self-assumption greater, Than in the note of judgement; and worthier than

himself Here tendt the savage strangeness I he puts on; Disgnise the holy strength of their command,

• Exercise.

† Attend.


And underwrite* in an observing kind
His humorous predominance; yea, watch
His pettish lunest, his ebbs, his flows, as if
The passage and whole carriage of this action
Rode on his tide. Go, tell him this; and add,
That, if he overhold his price so much,
We'll none of him; but let him, like an engine
Not portable, lic under this report-
Bring action hither, this cannot go to war:
A stirring dwarf we do allowancet give
Before a sleeping giant:-Tell him so.
Patr. I shall; and bring his answer presently.

(Erit. Agam. In second voice we'll not be satisfied, We come to speak with him.Ulysses, enter.

[Exit Ulysses. Ajar. What is he more than another? Agam. No more than what he thinks he is

Ajar. 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.

Ajar. 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 him. self: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever prajses itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.

Ajar. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads. Nest. And yet he loves himself: Is it not strange?


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Re-enter Ulysses.

Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow.
Agam. What's his excuse?

He doth rely on none;
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. Thivgs small as nothing, for request's sake

only, He makes important: Possess'd he is with greatness ; 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 bis active parts, Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages, And batters down himself: What should I say? He is so plaguy proud, that the death tukens 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 owu 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,

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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 t.
This lord go to him! Jopiter 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 !

(Aside. Ajax. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist I'll pasht

him Over the face.

Agam. O, no, you shall not go.
Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheezeg his

pride: Let me go to him Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon our

quarrel. Ajar. A paltry, insolent fellow, Nest.

How he describes Himself!

(Aside. Ajar. Can he not be sociable ? Ulyss.

The raven Chides blackness.

(Aside, Ajar.

I will let his humours blood. Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the patient.

(Aside. Ajar. An all men 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?

., + The sigu in the zodiac into which the sun enters June 21. 'And Cancer reddens with the solar blaze.'

THOMSON. Strike. Comb or curry.

Nest. An'twould, you'd carry half. (Aside. Ulyss.

He'd have ten shares.

(Aside. diar. I'll knead him, I will make bim supple: Nest. He's not yet thorough warm : force* him

with praises : Pour in, pour in; bis ambition is dry. (Aside. Ulyss. My lord, you feed too much on this dis. like,

To Agamemnon, Nest. O noble general, do not do so. Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Uluss. Why, 'tis this naming of him does him

harm. Here is man-But 'tis before his face ; I will be silent.

Nest. Wherefore should you so? He is a not emuloust, as Achilles is.

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

with us!
I would, he were a Trojan !

What a vice
Were it in Ajax now

If he were proud?
Dio. Or covetous of praise ?

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

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