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 chronicle; 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? Re-enter ULYSSES. [Aside. 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; Agam. Let Ajax go to him. Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent: 'Tis said, he holds you well; and will be led, At your request, a little from himself. 9 the death-tokens of it-] Alluding to the decisive spots appearing on those infected by the plague. Ulyss. O Agamemnon, let it not be so! We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes When they go from Achilles: Shall the proud lord, By going to Achilles : That were to enlard his fat-already pride;2 And add more coals to Cancer, when he burns This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid; And say in thunder-Achilles, go to him. Nest. O, this is well; he rubs the vein of him. [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 him3 Over the face. Agam. O, no, you shall not go. Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze his pride:1 Let me go to him. lard. with his own seam;] Swine-seam, in the North, is hog's 2 That were to enlard, &c.] This is only the well-known proverb-Grease a fat sow, &c. in a more stately dress. 3 4 I'll pash him-] i. e. strike him with violence. pheeze his pride:] To pheeze is to comb or curry. Ulyss. Not for the worth' that hangs upon our quarrel. Ajax. A paltry, insolent fellow, Nest. Himself! How he describes [Aside. The raven Chides blackness. [Aside. Ajax. I will let his humours blood. Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the patient. [Aside. Ajax. An all men Were o'my mind, Ulyss. Wit would be out of fashion. [Aside. Ajax. He should not bear it so, He should eat swords first: Shall pride carry it? Ulyss. [Aside. He'd have ten shares. [Aside. Ajax. I'll knead him, I will make him supple:Nest. He's not yet thorough warm: force him with praises: Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. [Aside. Ulyss. My lord, you feed too much on this dis[To AGAMEMNON. Nest. O noble general, do not do so. like. Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Ulyss. Why, 'tis this naming of him does him harm. Here is a man-But 'tis before his face; I will be silent. Nest. Wherefore should you so? "Not for the worth-] Not for the value of all for which we are fighting. -force him-] i. e. stuff him. Farcir, Fr. He is not emulous,' as Achilles is. Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. with us! I would, he were a Trojan! Nest. Were it in Ajax now— What a vice If he were proud? Ay, or surly borne? Dio. Or covetous of praise? Ulyss. Dio. Or strange, or self-affected? Ulyss. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet composure; Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck: But he that disciplin'd thy arms to fight, To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom, He must, he is, he cannot but be wise;- 7 He is not emulous,] Emulous, in this instance, and perhaps in some others, may well enough be supposed to signify—jealous of higher authority. that shall palter-] That shall juggle with us, or fly from his engagements. "Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield-] i. e. yield his titles, his celebrity for strength. Addition, in legal language, is the title given to each party, showing his degree, occupation, &c. as esquire, gentleman, yeoman, merchant, &c. Our author here, as usual, pays no regard to chronology. Milo of Croton lived long after the Trojan war. 1 like a bourn,] A bourn is a boundary, and sometimes a rivulet dividing one place from another. VOL. VII. BB As green as Ajax', and your brain so temper'd, Shall I call Nest. Ay, my good son. Dio. you father? Be rul'd by him, lord Ajax. Ulyss. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles Fresh kings are come to Troy: To-morrow, ACT III. SCENE I. Troy. A Room in Priam's Palace. Enter PANDARUS and a Servant. Pan. Friend! you! pray you, a word: Do not you follow the young lord Paris? Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes before me. Pan. You do depend upon him, I mean? Serv. Sir, I do depend upon the lord. Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; I must needs praise him. Serv. The lord be praised! Pan. You know me, do you not? Serv. 'Faith, sir, superficially. Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Pandarus. |