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He shente our messengers; and we lay by
I shall say so to him. [Exit.
Ajax. Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart: you may call it melancholy, if you will favour the man; but, by my head, 'tis pride: But why, why? let him show us a cause.—A word, my lord.
[Takes A GAMEMNON aside. Nestor. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him? Ulysses. Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him. Nestor. Who? Thersites? Ulysses. He.
Nestor. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have lost his argument.
Ulysses. No; you see, he is his argument, that has his argument; Achilles.
Nestor. All the better; their fraction is more our wish, than their faction: But it was a strong composure, a fool could disunite.
Ulysses. The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie. Here comes Patroclus.
Re-enter PATROCLUS. Nestor. No Achilles with him.
Ulysses. The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy: his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.
Patroclus. 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 sake, An after-dinner's breath.9 * Rebuked, rated.
* Appendage of rank or dignity 8 Subject.
Hear you, Patroclus ;We are too well acquainted with these answers: But his evasion, wing'd thus swift with scorn, Cannot outfly our apprehensions.
ch attribute he hath; and much the reason Why we ascribe it to him: yet all his virtues, Not virtuously on his own part beheld, Do, in our eyes, begin to lose their gloss; Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish, Are like to rot untasted. 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 judgment; and worthier than him
self Here tend1 the savage strangeness he puts on; Disguise the holy strength of their command, And underwrite in an observing kind His humorous predominance; yea, watch His pettish lunes, 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, lie under this report, Bring action hither, this cannot go to war A stirring dwarf we do allowance + give Before a sleeping giant:- Tell him so. Patroclus. I shall; and bring his answer presently.
[Exit. Agamemnon. 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? Agamemnon. 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 ?
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Agamemnon. No question.
Agamemnon. 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.
Agamemnon. 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. Nestor. And yet he loves himself: Is it not strange?
[A side. Re-enter ULYSSES. Ulysses. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. Agamemnon. What's his excuse ? Ulysses.
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.
Agamemnon. Why will be not, upon our fair request, Untent his person, and share the air with us? Ulysses. Things 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 his active parts, Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages, And batters down himself: What should I say? He is so plaguy proud, that the death-tokens of it Cry—No recovery.
Agamemnon. 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,
Ulysses. O Agamemnon, let it not be so!
[Aside. Diomedes. And how his silence drinks up this applause!
Aside. Ajax. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist I'll pash him Over the face.
Agamemnon. O, no, you shall not go.
Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze? his pride: Let me go to him. Ulysses. Not for the worth that hangs upon our
quarrel. Ajax. A paltry, insolent fellow, Nestor.
How he describes Himself!
[Aside. Ajax. Can he not be sociable? Ulysses.
The raven Chides blackness.
I will let his humours blood.
7 Comb or curry.
Agamemnon. He'll be physician, that should be the patient.
[Aside. Ajax. An all men Were o' my mind, Ulysses. Wit would be out of fashion.
[Aside. Ajax. He should not bear it so, He should eat swords first: Shall pride carry it?
Nestor. An 'twould, you'd carry half. [Aside. Ulysses.
He'd have ten shares.
[4 side. Ajax. I'll knead him, I will make him supple;Nestor. He's not yet thorough warm: force 8 him with
praises : Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. [Aside. Ulysses. My lord, you feed too much on this dislike.
[To AGAMEMNON. Nestor. O noble general, do not do so. Diomedes. You must prepare to fight without Achilles.
Ulysses. Why, 'tis this nanıing of him does him harm. Here is a man-But 'tis before his face; I will be silent. Nestor. Wherefore should
so? He is not emulous,as Achilles is.
Ulysses. Know the whole world, he is as valiant.
Ajax. A vile dog, that shall palter' thus with us!
What a vice
If he were proud!
Ay, or surly borne?