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SCENE VIII. The Subtlety of Ulyffes, and Stupidity of Ajax.
Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendring of toads.
Neft. Yet he loves himself: is't not strange?
Ulyf. He doth rely on none;
But carries on the stream of his difpofe,
Aga. Why will he not upon our fair request,
Uyf. Things fmall as nothing, for requeft's fake only,
And batters down himself; what should I fay?
Aga. Let Ajex go to him.
Dear lord, go you, and greet him in his tent;
Úlyf. O, Agamemnon, let it not be fo,
And never fuffers matters of the world
Muft not fo ftale his palm, nobly acquir'd;
(As amply titled as Achilles is), by going to Achilles: That were t'inlard his pride, already fat,
And add more coals to Cancer, when he burns
This lord go to him? Jupiter forbid,
And fay in thunder, Achilles go to him!
Neft. O, this is well, he rubs the vein of him.
go to him
I'll path him o'er the face.
Aga. O no, you shall not go.
Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheese his pride; let me go to him.
Ulyf. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel.
Neft. How he defcribes himself!
Ajax. I'll let his humours blood.
Aga. He'll be the phyfician that should be the pa
Ajax. And all men were o'my mind-
Ajax. He fhould not bear it fo, he should eat fwords.
frft: fhall pride carry it ?
Neft. An 'twould, you'd, carry half.
Uly. He would have ten fhares.
Ajax. I will knead him, I'll make him fupple,
Neft. He's not yet through warm; force him with praifes, pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry.
Uiyf. My lord, you feed too much on this diflike.
Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Uly. Why, 'tis this naming of him doth him harm. Here is a man-but 'tis before his face
I will be filent.
Neft. Wherefore should you fo?
He is not emulous, as Achilles is.
Ulyf. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. Ajax. A whorefon dog! that palters thus with us 'Would he were a Trojan!
Neft. What a vice were it in Ajax now
Uly. If he were proud.
Dio. Or covetous of praise.
Uly. Ay, or furly borne.
Dio. Or ftrange, or felf-affected.
Ulf. Thank the heaven's, lord, thou art of sweet compofure;
Praise him that got thee, her that gave thee fuck :
To finewy Ajax; I'll not praife thy wisdom,
He muft, he is, he cannot but be wife :
Ajax. Shall I call
Ulyf. Ay, my good fon.
Dio. Be rul'd by him, lord Ajax.
Ulyf. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles Keeps thicket; please it our great general
To call together all his state of war;
Fresh kings are come to Troy: to-morrow, friends,
Aga. Go we to council, let Achilles sleep;
ACT III. SCENE III.
An expecting Lover.
No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door
Propos'd for the deferver! O, gentle Pandarus,
* * * *
I'm giddy; expectation whirls me round.
That it inchants my fense: what will it be,
I fear it much, and I do fear befides,
My heart beats thicker than a fev'rous pulse;
SCENE V. Conftancy in Love protested.
Troilus. True fwains in love fhall in the world to
Approve their truths by Troilus: when their rhimes,
As iron to adamant, as earth to th' center:
(As truths authentic author to be cited,)
Cref. Prophet may you be!
If I be falfe, or fwerve a hair from truth,
From falfe to false, among falfe maids in love,
SCENE VII. Pride cures Pride.
Pride hath no other glafs
To fhew itself, but pride: for fupple knees
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