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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.
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 ine, 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'ıny mind,-
Ulyss. Wit would be out of fashion. [Aside.
Ajar. He should not bear it so,
Nest. An 'twould, you'd carry half. [.Aside.
[Aside. Ajar. 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 dislike.
[Το 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
Ajax. Shall I call you father ?
Ulyss. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles
Agam. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep : Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.