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Ajar. What is he more than another?
Ajar. 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 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?
Ulyss. He doth rely on none;
Agam. Why will he not, upon our fair request,
Ulyss. Things small as nothing, for request's sake
Agam. Let Ajax go to him.-
Ulyss. O Agamemnon, let it not be so!
And say in thunder - Achilles, go to him.
[ Aside. Dio. And how his silence drinks up this applause !
[Aside. Ajar. If I go to him, with my arm’d fist I'll pash
him Over the face.
Agam. O, no, you shall not go.
Ajar. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze his pride: Let me go to him.
Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel. Ajar. A paltry, insolent fellow,
Nest. How he describes Himself!
[Aside. Ajar. Can he not be sociable ?
Ulyss. The raven Chides blackness.
[Aside. Ajar. I will let his humours blood. Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the patient.
[Aside. Ajar. An all men Were o’my mind,
Ulyss. Wit would be out of fashion. [ Aside.
Ajar. He should not bear it so,
[.4side. Ulyss. He'd have ten shares.
[Aside. Ajar. I'll knead him, I will make bim 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 dislike.
[To AGAMEMNON. Nest. O noble general, do not do so. 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? He is not emulous, as Achilles is.
Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant.
Ajar. A whoreson dog, that shall palter thus with us! I would, he were a Trojan!
Nest. What a vice
Ulyss. If he were proud?
But pardon, father Nestor, were your days
father? Nest. Ay, my good son. Dio. Be ruld by him, lord Ajax.
Ulyss. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles Keeps thicket. Please it our great general To call together all his slate of war; Fresh kings are come to Troy : To-morrow, We must with all our main of power stand fast: And here's a lord,--come knights from east to west, And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best.
Agam. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep: Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.