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An hour passed thus. His anxiety increased. relief came not speedily, Arrius would die. Sometimes he seemed already dead, he lay so still. He took the helmet off, and then, with greater difficulty, 5 the cuirass; the heart he found fluttering. He took hope at the sign, and held on. There was nothing to

do but wait, and, after the manner of his people, pray.

Achil. What are you reading?

Ulyss.

A strange fellow here
15 Writes me, that man-how dearly ever parted,
How much in having, or without or in,-
Cannot make boast to have that which he hath
Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection;
As when his virtues shining upon others
20 Heat them, and they retort that heat again
To the first giver.

Achil.

This is not strange, Ulysses.

The beauty that is borne here, in the face,

The bearer knows not, but commends itself
To others' eyes: nor doth the eye itself,
That most pure spirit of sense, behold itself,
Not going from itself; but eye to eye opposed
Salutes each other with each other's form:
For speculation turns not to itself,

Till it hath traveled, and is mirrored there
Where it may see itself. This is not strange at all.

Ulyss. I do not strain at the position,

It is familiar, but at the author's drift;

Who in his circumstance expressly proves,
That no man is the lord of any thing

Though in and of him there be much consisting,
Till he communicate his parts to others:

Nor doth he of himself know them for aught
Till he behold them formed in the applause

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Where they are extended; which, like an arch, rever

berates

The voice again; or like a gate of steel,

Fronting the sun, receives and renders back again
His figure and his heat. I was much wrapped in this;
And apprehended here immediately

The unknown Ajax.

Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse;

That has he knows not what.

there are,

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Nature! what things 25

Most abject in regard, and dear in use:

What things, again, most dear in the esteem,

And poor in worth. Now, shall we see to-morrow,
An act that very chance doth throw upon him,

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Ajax renowned. O heavens! what some men do,
While some men leave to do.

How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall,
While others play the idiots in her eyes!
How one man eats into another's pride,
While pride is feasting in his wantonness!
To see these Grecian lords !—why, even already
They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder,
As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast,
And great Troy shrieking.

Achil. I do believe it; for they passed by me, As misers do by beggars, neither gave to me, Good word, nor look. What! are my deeds forgot? Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, 15 Wherein he puts alms for oblivion;

A great-sized monster of ingratitudes :

Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devoured As fast as they are made, forgot as soon

As done. Perseverance, dear my lord,

20 Keeps honor bright: to have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail

In monumental mockery. Take the instant way;
For honor travels in a strait so narrow,

Where one but goes abreast: keep, then, the path, 25 For emulation hath a thousand sons,

That one by one pursue: if you give way,
Or edge aside from the direct forthright,
Like to an entered tide, they all rush by,
And leave you hindmost;

30 Or like a gallant horse fallen in first rank,