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That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds,
Though they are made and moulded of things past;
And give to dust, that is a little gilt,

More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.

The present eye praises the present object:
Then marvel not, thou great and cómplete man,
That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax;
Since things in motion sooner catch the

eye,

Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee,
And still it might; and yet it may again,
If thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive,
And case thy reputation in thy tent;

Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late,
Made emulous missions 'mongst the gods themselves,
And drave great Mars to faction.

Achilles.

I have strong reasons.

Of this my privacy

Ulysses.
The reasons are more potent and heroical:
'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love
With one of Priam's daughters.

But 'gainst your privacy

Achilles.

Ulysses. Is that a wonder?

Ha! known?

The providence that's in a watchful state,
Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold;
Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps;
Keeps place with thought, and almost like the gods,
Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.
There is a mystery (with whom relation
Durst never meddle) in the soul of state;
Which hath an operation more divine,
Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to:
All the commérce that you have had with Troy,
As perfectly is ours, as yours, my lord;

But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home,
When fame shall in our islands sound her trump;
And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing,-

7 New-fashioned toys.

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8 The descent of the deities to combat on either side. 9 Polyxena.

Great Hector's sister did Achilles win;

But our great Ajax bravely beat down him.
Farewell, my lord: I as your lover1 speak;

The fool slides o'er the ice that you should break. [Exit.
Patroclus. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'd you:
A woman impudent and mannish grown

Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man
In time of action. I stand condemn'd for this;
They think, my little stomach to the war,
And your great love to me restrains you thus:
Sweet, rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid
Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold,
And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,

Be shook to air.

Achilles.

Shall Ajax fight with Hector?

Patroclus. Ay; and, perhaps, receive much honour by

him.

Achilles. I see, my reputation is at stake;

My fame is shrewdly gor❜d.

Patroclus.

O, then beware;

Those wounds heal ill, that men do give themselves :
Omission to do what is necessary

Seals a commission to a blank of danger;
And danger, like an ague, subtly taints
Even then when we sit idly in the sun.

Achilles. Go, call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus:
I'll send the fool to Ajax, and desire him
To invite the Trojan lords after the combat,
To see us here unarm'd; I have a woman's longing,
An appetite that I am sick withal,

To see great Hector in his weeds of peace;
To talk with him, and to behold his visage,
Even to my full of view.

A labour sav'd!

Enter THERSITES.

Thersites. A wonder!

Achilles. What?

Thersites. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking

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Thersites. He must fight singly to-morrow with Hector; and is so prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling, that he raves in saying nothing.

Achilles. How can that be?

Thersites. Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock, a stride, and a stand: ruminates, like an hostess, that hath no arithmetick but her brain to set down her reckoning: bites his lip with a political regard, as who should say there were wit in this head, an 't would out; and so there is; but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not show without knocking. The man's undone for ever; for if Hector break not his neck i' the combat, he'll break it himself in vain-glory. He knows not me: I said, Good morrow, Ajax; and he replies, Thanks, Agamemnon. What think you of this man, that takes me for the general? He has grown a very land-fish, languageless, a monster. A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin. Achilles. Thou must be my ambassador to him, Thersites.

Thersites. Who, I? why, he'll answer nobody; he professes not answering; speaking is for beggars; he wears his tongue in his arms. I will put on his presence; let Patroclus make demands to me, you shall see the pageant of Ajax.

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Achilles. To him, Patroclus: Tell him, I humbly desire the valiant Ajax, to invite the most valorous Hector to come unarmed to my tent; and to procure safe conduct for his person, of the magnanimous, and most illustrious, six-or-seven-times honoured captaingeneral of the Grecian army, Agamemnon. Do this. Patroclus. Jove bless great Ajax?

Thersites. Humph!

Patroclus. I come from the worthy Achilles,-
Thersites. Ha!

Patroclus. Who most humbly desires you, to invite Hector to his tent!

Thersites. Humph!

Patroclus. And to procure safe conduct from Aga

memnon..

Thersites. Agamemnon?

Patroclus. Ay, my lord.

Thersites. Ha! :

Patroclus. What say you to't?

- Thersites. With all my heart. Patroclus. Your answer, sir.

Thersites. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven o'clock it will go one way or other; howsoever, he shall pay for me ere he has me.

Patroclus. Your answer, sir.

Thersites. Fare you well, with all my heart.

Achilles. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? Thersites. No, but he's out o' tune thus. What musick will be in him when Hector has knocked out his brains, I know not: But, I am sure, none; unless the fiddler Apollo get his sinews to make catlings2 on.

Achilles. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight. Thersites. Let me bear another to his horse; for that's the more capable3 creature.

Achilles. My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd; And I myself see not the bottom of it.

· [Exeunt ACHILLES and PATROCLUS. Thersites. 'Would the fountain of your mind were clear again, that I might water an ass at it! I had rather be a tick in a sheep, than such a valiant ignorance. [Exit.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.-TROY. A Street.

Enter, at one side, NEAS and SERVANT, with a Torch; at the other, PARIS, DEIPHOBUS, ANTENOR, DIOMEDES, and Others, with Torches.

Paris. See, ho! who's that there?

Deiphobus.

2 Lute strings made of catgut.

'Tis the lord Æneas.

3 Intelligent.

Eneas. Is the prince there?

Diomedes. Good morrow, lord Æneas..

Paris. A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his hand:
Witness the process of your speech, wherein.
You told-how Diomed, a whole week by days,
Did haunt you in the field.

Eneas.

Health to you, valiant sir, During all question of the gentle truce: But when I meet you arm'd, as black defiance, As heart can think, or courage execute.

Diomedes. The one and other Diomed embraces,
Our bloods are now in calm; and, so long, health;
But when contention and occasion meet,

By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life,
With all my force, pursuit, and policy.

Eneas. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly
With his face backward.-In humane gentleness,
Welcome to Troy! now, by Anchises' life,
Welcome, indeed! By Venus' hand I swear,
No man alive can love, in such a sort,
The thing he means to kill, more excellently.
Diomedes. We sympathize:-Jove, let Æneas live,
If to my sword his fate be not the glory,
A thousand cómplete courses of the sun!
But, in mine emulous honour, let him die,
With every joint a wound: and that to-morrow!
Eneas. We know each other well.

Diomedes. We do; and long to know each other worse. Paris. This is the most despiteful gentle greeting, The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of.What business, lord, so early?

Eneas. I was sent for to the king; but why, I know

not.

Paris. His purpose meets you: 'Twas to bring this
Greek

To Calchas' house; and there to render him,
For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressid:
Let's have your company: or, if you please,

4 Conversation.

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