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Patr. Why am I a fool?
Ther. Make that demand of the prover. - - It suffices me, thou art. Look you, who comes here.
Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, Nestor, DiOMEDES, and
AJAX. Achil. Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody:- Come in with me, Thersites.
[Exit. Ther. Here is such patchery, such juggling, and 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. Agam. Where is Achilles ? Patr. Within his tent; but ill-dispos’d, my lord.
Agam. Let it be known to him, that we are here.
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
[Takes AGAMEMNON aside. Nest. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him? Ulyss. Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him. Nest. Who? Thersites? Ulyss. He.
Nest. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have lost his argument.
2 He shent our messengers:) i. e. rebuked, rated.
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.
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
; We are too well acquainted with these answers : But his evasion, wing'd thus swift with scorn, Cannot outfly our apprehensions. Much 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
noble state,) i. e. the stately train of attending nobles whom you bring with you.
breath,] Breath, in the present instance, stands for breathing, i. e. exercise.
Here tend the savage strangeness" he puts on;
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 chro
tend the savage strangeness --] i. e. shyness, distant behaviour. To tend, is to attend upon.
underwrite - ] To subscribe, in Shakspeare, is to obey.
in an observing kind - ] i.e. in a mode religiously attentive.
allowance give — ) Allowance is approbation.
nicle; 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. Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow, Agam. What's his excuse? Ulyss.
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. 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. Agam.
Let Ajax go to him. —
Ulyss. O Agamemnon, let it not be so !
the death-tokens of it - ) Alluding to the decisive spots appearing on those infected by the plague.
with his own seam ;] Swine-seam, in the North, is hog's, lard.
And never suffers matter of the world
[Aside. Dio. And how his silence drinks up this applause !
[Aside. Ajax. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist I'll pash
him 3 Over the face.
Agam. O, no, you shall not go.
Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze his pride: 4 Let me go to him.
Ulyss. Not for the worth 5 that hangs upon our quarrel.
How he describes Himself!
[ Aside. Ajax. Can he not be sociable ? Ulyss.
The raven Chides blackness.
[ Aside. Ajax.
I will let his humours blood.
* That were to enlard, &c.] This is only the well-known proverb - Grease a fat sow, &c. in a more stately dress.
l’U pash him - ] i. e. strike him with violence.
pheeze his pride :) To pheeze is to comb or curry. 5 Not for the worth - ] Not for the value of all for which we are