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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
Neft. Yet he loves himself: is't not strange?
Aga. Why will he not upon our fair requeft, Untent his perfon, and share the air with us?
Uly. Things fmall as nothing, for request's fake only, He makes important: he's poffeft with greatness, And speaks not to himself, but with a pride That quarrels at felf breath. Imagin'd worth Holds in his blood fuch swoll'n and hot difcourfe, That twixt his mental and his active Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages, And batters down himself; what should I fay? He is fo plaguy proud, that the death-tokens of it Cry, no recovery.
Aga. Let Ajex go to him.
Dear lord, go you, and greet him in his tent; 'Tis faid, he holds you well, and will be led At your request a little from himself.
Uly. O, Agamemnon, let it not be fo,
Enter his thoughts, (fave fuch as do revolve
Muft not fo ftale his palm, nobly acquir'd;
And add more coals to Cancer, when he burns
Neft. O, this is well, he rubs the vein of him.
Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheese his pride; let me go to him.
Uly. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel.
Aga. He'll be the physician that should be the pa tient.
Ajax. And all men were o'my mind
Uly. Wit would be out of fashion.
Ajax. He fhould not bear it fo, he should eat fwords. Arft: fhall pride carry it?
Neft. An 'twould, you'd, carry half.
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.
Ulyf. 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.
Uly. Thank the heaven's, lord, thou art of fweet compofure;
Praise him that got thee, her that gave thee fuck :
He muft, he is, he cannot but be wife :
Ajax. Shall I call you father?
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, We must with all our main of pow'r stand fast: And here's a lord, come knights from east to west, And cull their flow'r, Ajax shall cope the best.
Aga. Go we to council, let Achilles fleep;
ACT III. SCENE III.
An expecting Lover.
No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door
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That it inchants my fense: what will it be,
My heart beats thicker than a fev'rous pulfe;
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,
SCENE VII. Pride cures Pride.
Pride hath no other glafs
To fhew itself, but pride: for fupple knees
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