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Of things to come at large. It is suppos'd, But he already is too insolent;
He, that meets Hector, issues from our choice; And we were better parch in Afric sun,
And choice, being mutual act of all our souls, Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes,
Makes merit her election, and dotb boil, x. Should he 'scape Hector fair : if he were foil'å,
As twere from forth us all, a man distillid Why, then we did our main opinion crush
Out of our virtues ; who miscarrying,

In taint of our best man. No, make a lottery
What beart receives from hence a conquering part, And, by device, let blockish Ajax draw
To steel a strong opinion to themselves ?

The sort to fight with Hector : among ourselves, Which entertain'd, limbs are his instruments, Give him allowance for the better man, In no less working, than are swords and bows For that will physic the great Myrmidon, Directive by the limbs.

Who broils in loud applause; and make him fall Ulyss. Give pardon to my speech:

His crest, that prouder than blue Iris bende. Therefore, 'tis meet, Achilles meet not Hector. If the dull brainless Ajax come safe off, Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares, We'll dress him up in voices: if he fail, .. And think, perchance, they'll sell; if not, Yet go we under our opinion still, The lustre of the better shall exceed,

That we have better men. But, hit or miss, By showing the worse first. Do not consent, Our project's life this shape of sense assumes, That ever Hector and Achilles meet;

Ajax, employ'd, plucks down Achilles' plumes. For both our honour and our shame, in this, Nest. Ulysses, Are dogg'd with two strange followers.

Now I begin to relish thy advice; Nest. I see them not with my old eyes; what And I will gire a taste of it forthwith are they?

To Agamemnon: go we to him straight." Ulyss. What glory our Achilles shares from Two curs shall tame each other; pride alone Hector,

Must tarre the mastiffs on, as 'twere their bone. Were he not proud, we all should share with him :

[ereunt. ACT II. SCENE 1. ANOTHER PART OF THE GRECIAN CAMP. Ajax. Mistress Thersites ! Enter Ajax and Thersites.

Ther. Thou should'st strike him. Ajar. Thersites,

Ajar. Cobloaf! Ther. Agamemnon-how if he had boils ? Ther. He would pun thee into shivers, with full, all over, generally?

his fist, as a sailor breaks a biscuit. Ajax. Thersites,

Ajax. You whoreson cur!

{beating him. Ther. And those boils did run'?—Say so,- Ther. Do, do. did not the general run then? were not that a Ajar. Thou stool for a witch! botchy core?

Ther. Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord ! Ajax. Dog.

thou hast no more brains than I have in mine Ther. Then would come some matter from elbows: an assinego may tutor thee: thou scarvy him; I see none now.

valiant ass! thou art here put to thrash Trojans; Ajax. Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not and thou art bought and sold among those of any hear ? Feel then ?

[strikes him. wit, like a Barbarian slave. If thou use to beat Ther. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou me, I will begin at thy heel, and tell what thou mongrel, beef-witted lord !

art by inches, thou thing of no bowels, thou ! Ajax. Speak then, thou upsalted leaven, speak: Ajar. You dog! I will beat thee into handsomeness.

Ther. You scurvy lord!

qis2703 Ther. I shall sooner rail thee into wit and Ajax. You cur!.

(beating him holiness: but, I think, thy horse will sooner Ther. Mars his idiot! do, rudeness ; do, camel; cou an oration, than thou learn a prayer without do, do. book. Thou canst strike, canst thou ? a red

Enter Achilles and Patroclusi' murrain o'thy jade's tricks !

Achil. Wby, how now, Ajax? wherefore do Ajax. Toads-stool, learn me the proclamation.

Ther. Dost thou think, I have no sense, thou How now, Tbersites? what's the matter, mau ? strik'st me thus ?

Ther. You see him there, do you?
Ajax. The proclamation,

Achil. Ay; what's the matter ?.
Ther. Thou art proclaim'd a fool, I think. Ther. Nay, look upon him.
Ajax. Do not, porcupine, do not; my fingers itch. Achil. So I do; what's the matter ?

Ther, I would, thou didst itch from head to Ther. Nay, but regard him well. foot, and I had the scratching of thee; I would Achil. Well, why I do so. make thee the loathsomest scab in Greece. When Ther. But yet you look not well upon him i thou 'art forth in the incursions, thou strikest for, whosoever you take him to be, he is. Ajax. as slow as another.

Achil. I know that, fool. Ajax. I say, the proclamation,

Ther. Ay, but that fool knows not himself. Ther. Thou grumblest and railest every hour Ajax. Therefore I beat thee. on Achilles ; and thou art as full of envy, at his Ther. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit be greatness, as Cerberus is at Proserpina's beauty, utters! his evasions have ears thus long. I havo ny, that thou barkest at hin,

bobbid his brain, more than he has beat my times:

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of ours:

I will buy nine sparrows for a penny, and his Achil. I know not, it is put to lottery; other. pia mater is not worth the ninth part of a spar- | He knew his man.

[wise, This lord, Achilles, Ajax,-who wears Ajax. O, meaning you:-I'll go learn more his wit in his belly, and his guts in his head,

of it.

[ereunt. I'll tell you what I say of him.

SCENE JI. TROY. A ROOM IN PRIAM'S PALACE. Achil. What ?

Enter Prian, Hector, Troilus, Paris, and Hclenuse Ther. I say, this Ajax

Pri. After so many bour's, lives, speeches spent, Achil. Nay, good Ajax.: 141!!!!!

Thus once again says Nestor, from the Greeks; [Ajax offers to strikc him. Deliver Helen, and all damage elseTher. Hast not so much wit

As honour, loss of time, travel, expense, Achil. Nay, I must hold you.

Wounds, friends, and what else dear that is conTher. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, sum'd for whom he comes to fight.

In hot digestion of this cormorant war, Achil. Peace, fool!

Shall be struck off :-Hector, what say you to't ? Ther. I would have peace and quietness, but Hect. Though no man lesser fears the Greeks the fool will not: he there; that he; look you

than I, there.

As far as toucheth my particular, yet,
Ajax. O thou damned cur! I shall.

Dread Priam,
Achil. Will you set your wit to a fool's ? There is no lady of more softer bowels,

Ther. No, I warrant you; for fool's 'will More spungy to suck in the sense of fear, shame it.

More ready to cry out— Who knows what follows 9 Patr. Good words, Thersites.

Than Hector is: the wound of peace is sur'ety, Achil. What's the quarrel ?

Surety secure ; but modest doubt is call'd Ajax. I bade the vile owl, go learn me the The beacon of the wise, the tent; that searches tenour of the proclamation, and he rails upon me. To the bottom of the worst. Let Helen go: Ther. I serve thee not.

Since the first sword was drawn about this Ajar. Well, go to, go to.

question, Ther. I serve here voluntary.

Every tithe soul, 'mong'st many thousand dismes, Achil. Your last service was sufferance, 'twas | Hath been as dear as Helen ; I

mean, not voluntary ; no man is beaten voluntary : If we have lost so many tenths of ours, Ajax was here the voluntary, and you as under | To guard a thing not ours ; not worth to us an impress.

Had it our name, the value of one ten; Ther. Even so ?-a great deal of your wit too What merit's in that reason, which denies lies in your sinews, or else there be liars. - Hec-The yielding of her up? tor shall have a great catch, if he knock out either Tro. Fie, fie, my brother! of your brains; 'a were as good crack a fusty Weigh you the 'worth and honour of a king, but with no kernel.

So great as our dread father, in a scale Achil. What, with me too, Thersites?

Of common ounces? will you with counters sum Ther. There's Ulysses, and old Nestor,—whose The past-proportion of his infinite ? wit was mouldy ere your grandsires bad nails on And buckle.in a waist most fathomless, their toes,—yoke you like draught oxen, and With spans and inches so diminutive make you plough up the wars.

As fears and reasons ? fie, for godly shame! Achil. What, what ?

Hel. No marvel, though you bite so sharp at Ther. Yes, good sooth; to, Achilles! to, Ajax!

reasons, to!

You are so empty of them. Should not our Ajax. I shall cut out your tongue.

father Ther. 'Tis no matter; I shall speak as much Bear the great sway of his affairs with reasons, as thou afterwards.

Because your speech hath none, that tells him so ? Patr. No more words, Thersites; peace.

Tro. You are for dreams and slumbers, brother Ther. I will hold my peace when Achilles' priest, brach bids me, shall I ?

You fur your gloves with reason. Achil. There's for you, Patroclus.

Ther. I will see you hang'd, like clotpoles, ere You know, an enemy intends you harm; I come any more to your tents ; I will keep You know, a sword, employ'd, is perilous, where there is wit stirring, and leave the faction And reason flies the object of all barm : of fools.

[exit. Who marvels then, when Helenus behold Patr. A good riddance.

A Grecian and his sword, if he do set Achil. Marry, this, sir, is proclaim'd through | The very wings of reason to his heels; all our host,

And fly like chidden Mercury from Jove, That Hector, by the first hour of the sun, Or like astar disorb'd ?–Nay, if we talk of reason, Will, with a trumpet, 'twixt our tents and Troy, Let's shut our gates, and sleep: Manhood and To-morrow morning, call some knight to arms,

honour That hath a stomach; and such a one, that dare Should have hare hearts, would they but fat their Maintain—I know not what ; 'tis trash: Fare

thoughts well

With this cramm'd reason: reason and respect Ajaz. Farewell. Who shall answer him? Make livers pale, and lustihood deject.

Here are your

reasons:

Hecl. Brother, she is not worth what she doth | Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilion stand ; cost

Our fire-brand brother, Paris, burns us all. The holding.

Cry, Trojans, cry! a Helen, and a woe: Tro. What is aught, but as 'tis valued ? Cry, cry! Troy burns, or else let Helen go. (ex. Hect. But value dwells not iu particular will; Hect. Now, youthful Troilus, do not these high It holds its estimate and dignity

strains As well wbcrein 'tis precious of itself

Of divination in our sister work As in the prizer: 'tis mad idolatry,

Some touches of remorse? or is your blood To make the service greater than the god; So madly hot, that no discourse of reason, And the will dotes, that is attributive

Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause, To what infectiously itself affects,

Can qualify the same?
Without some image of the affected merit.

Tro. Why, brother Hector,
Tro. I take to-day a wife, and my election We may not think the justness of each aot
Is led on in the conduct of my will;

Such and no other than event doth form it;
My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, Nor once deject the courage of our minds,
Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores Because Cassandra's mad: her brain-sick raptures
Of will and judgment: how may I avoid, Cannot distaste the goodness of a quarrel,
Although my will distaste what it elected, Which hath our several honours all engag'd
The wife I chose ? there can be no evasion To make it gracious. For my private part,
To blench from this, and to stand firm by honour: I am no more touch'd than all Priam's sons :
We turn not back the silks upon the merchant, And Jove forbid, there should be done amongst us
When we have soild them; nor the remainder Such things, as might offend the weakest spleen
viands

To fight for and maintain ! We do not throw in unrespective sieve,

Par. Else might the world convince of levity Because we now are full. It was thought meet, As well my undertakings, as your counsels: Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks: But I attest the gods, your full consent Your breath with full consent bellied his sails; Gave wings to my propension, and cut off The seas and winds (old wranglers) took a truce, All fears attending on so dire a project. And did him service : he touch'd the ports desir'd; For what, alas, can these my single arms? And, for an old aunt, whom the Greeks held captive, What propugnation is in one mau's valour, He brought it Grecian queen, whose youth and To stand the push and enmity of those freshness

This quarrel would excite? Yet, I protest, Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes pale the morning. Were I alone to pass the difficulties, Why keep we her ? the Grecians keep our aunt: And had as ample power as I have will, Is she worth keeping ? why, she is a pearl, Paris should ne'er retract what he hath done. Whose price hath launch'd above a thousand ships, Nor faint in the pursuit. And turn'd crown'd kings to merchants.

Pri. Paris, you speak If you'll avouch, 'twas wisdom Paris went, Like one besotted on your sweet delights : (As you must needs, for you all cry'd-Go, go,) You have the honey still, but these the gall; If you'll confess, he brought home noble prize, So to be valiant is no praise at all. (As you must needs, for you all clapp'd your hands, Par. Sir, I propose not merely to myself And cry'd--- Inestimable !) why do you now The pleasure such a beauty brings with it; The issue of your proper wisdoms rate;

But I would have the soil of her fair rape And do a deed that fortune never did,

Wip'd off, in honourable keeping her. Beggar the estimation which you priz'd

What treason were it to the ransack'd

queen, Richer than sea and land ? O theft most base; Disgrace to your great worths, and shame to me, That we have stolen what we do fear to keep! Now to deliver her possession up But, thieves, unworthy of a thing so stolen, On terms of base compulsion? Can it be, That in their country did them that disgrace, That so degenerate a strain as this We fear to warrant in our native place!

Should once set footing in your generous bosoms? Cas. [within.] Cry, Trojans, cry!

There's not the meanest spirit on our party, Pri. What noise ? what shriek is this?

Without a heart to dare, or sword to draw, Tro. 'Tis our mad sister, I do know her voice. When Helen is defended ; nor none so noble, Cas. [within.] Cry, Trojans !

Whose life were ill bestow'd, or death unfam'd, Hect. It is Cassandra.

Where Helen is the subject : then, I say,
Enter Cassandra, raving.

Well may we fight for her, whom, we know well. Cas. Cry, Trojans, cry! lend me ten thousand The world's large spaces cannot parallel. eyes,

Hect. Paris, and Troilus, you have both said And I will fill them with prophetic tears.

well; Hect. Peace, sister, peace.

And on the cause and question now in hand Cas. Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled Have gloz'd—but superficially ; not much elders,

Unlike young men, whom Aristotle thought Soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry,

Unfit to hear moral philosophy: Add to my clamours ! let us pay betimes

The reasons, you allege, do more conduce A moiety of that mass of moan to come.

To the hot passion of distemper'd blood, Cry, Trojans, cry! practise your eyes with tears! Than to make up a free determination

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'Twixt right and wrong; for pleasure and revenge | After this, the vengeance on the whole camp! or,
Have ears more deaf tban adders to the voice rather, the bone-acbe! for that, methinks, is the
Of any true decision.
Nature craves,

curse dependant on those that war for a placket. All dues be reuder'd to their owners; now, I have said my prayers; and devil, envy, say What nearer debt in all humanity,

Amen. What, ho! my lord Achilles ! Than wife is to the husband ? if this law

Enter Patroclus. Of nature be corrupted through affection;

Patr. Who's there? Thersites? Good Thersites, And that great minds, of partial indulgence come in and rail. To their benumbed wills, resist the same;

Ther. If I could have remembered a gilt counThere is a law in each well-order'd nation terfeit, thou wouldest not have slipped out of my To curb those raging appetites that are

contemplation : but it is no matter ; Thyself upon Most disobedient and refractory.

thyself! The common curse of mankind, folly and If Helen then be wife to Sparta's king,— ignorance, be tbine in great revenue! heaven bless As it is 'known she is,—these moral laws

thee from a tutor, and discipline come not near Of nature, and of nations, speak aloud

thee! Let thy blood be thy direction till thy death! To have her back return'd. Thus to persist then, if she, that lays thee out, says— Thou art à In doing wrong, extenuates not wrong,

fair corse, I'll be sworn and sworn upon't, she But makes it much more heavy. Hector's opinion never shrouded any but lazars. Amen.- Where's Is this, in way of truth : yet, ne'ertheless, Achilles ? My spritely brethren I propend to you

Patr. What, art thou devout ? wast thou in In resolution to keep Helen still;

prayer? For 'tis a cause, that hath no mean dependance Ther. Ay; the heavens hear me! Upon our joint and several dignities.

Enter Achilles. Tro. Why, there you touch'd the life of our Achil. Who's there? design:

Patr. Thersites, my lord. Were it not glory that we more affected

Achil. Where, where ?-Art thou come? Why, Than the performance of our heaving spleens, my cheese, my digestion, why hast thou not served I would not wish a drop of Trojan blood

thyself in to my table so many meals ? Come; Spent more in her defence. But, worthy Hector, what's Agamemnon ? She is a theme of honour and renown;

Ther. Tby commander, Achilles ;— Then tell A spur to valiant and magnanimous deeds ; me, Patroclus, what's Achilles ? Whose present courage may beat down our foes, Patr. Thy lord, Thersites : Then tell me, I And fame, in time to come, canonize us:

pray thee, what's thyself? For, I presume, brave Hector would not lose Ther. Thy knower, Patroclus : Then tell me, So rich advantage of a promis'd glory,

Patroclus, what art thou? As smiles upon the forehead of this action,

Patr. Thou mayest tell, that knowest. For the wide world's revenue.

Achil. O tell, tell. Hect. I am yours,

Ther. I'll decline the whole question, Aga. You valiant offspring of great Priamus.

memnon commands Achilles ; Achilles is my I have a roisting challenge sent amongst

lord; I am Patroclus' knower; and Patroclus is The dull and factious nobles of the Greeks, Will strike amazement to their drowsy spirits : Patr. You rascal ! I was advertis'd, their great general slept,

Ther. Peace, fool; I have not done. Whilst emulation in the army ciept ;

Achil. He is a privileged man.

.- Proceed, This, I presume, will wake him. (exeunt. Thersites. BCENE II. THE GRECIAN CAMP, BEFORE ACHILLES' Ther. Agamemnon is a fool ; Achilles is a fool;

Thersites is a fool ; and, as aforesaid, Patroclus Enter Thersites.

is a fool. Ther. How now, Thersites? what, lost in the Achil. Derive this; come. labýrinth of thy fury? Shall the elephant Ajax Ther. Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command carry it thus ? be beats me, and I rail at him : Achilles; Achilles is a fool to be commanded of O worthy satisfaction ! 'would, it were otherwise; Agamemnon; Thersites is a fool to serve such a that I could beat him, whilst he railed at me: fuol; and Patroclus is a fool positive. 'Sfoot, I'll learn to conjure and raise devils, but Patr. Why am I a fool? I'll see some issue of my spiteful execrations. Ther. Make that demand of the prover.-It Then there's Achilles,-a rare engineer. If suffices me thou art. Look you, who comes here? Troy be not taken till these two undermine it, the Enter Agamemnon, Ulysses, Nestor, Diomedes, walls will stand till they fall of themselves. 0

and Ajax. thou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget thou Achil. Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody ;-art Jove, the king of gods ; and, Mercury, lose all come in with me, Thersites.

[exit. the serpentine craft of thy Caduccus; if ye take Ther. Here is such patchery, such juggling, not that little little less-than little wit from them and such knavery ! all the argument is, a cuckold, that they have! which' short-armed ignorance it- and a whore; a good quarrel to draw emulous self knows is so abundant scarce, it will not ir factions, and to bleed to death upon. Now the circumvention deliver a fly from a spider, without dry serpigo on the subject! and war, and lechery, drawing their massy irons, and cuttivg the web. confound all!

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a fool.

TENT.

Agam. Where is Achilles?

Not portable, lie under this report
Patr. Within his tent; but ill dispos'd, my lord. Bring action hither, this cannot go to war;
Agam. Let it be kuown to him, that we are A stirring dwarf we do allowance give
here

Before a sleeping giant; tell bim so.
He shent our messengers; and we lay by

Pats. I shall; and bring his answer presently. Our appertainments, visiting of him :

[exit. Let him be told so; lest, perchance, he think Agam. In second voice we'll not be satisfied, We dare not move the question of our place, We come to speak with him.-Ulysses, enter. Or know not what we are.

[e.rit Ulysses. Patr. I shall say so to him.

[erit. Ajar. What is he more than another? Ulyss. We saw him at the opening of his tent; Agam. No more than what he thinks he is. He is not sick.

Ajaz. Is he so much? Do you not think, be Ajar. Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart : you thinks himself a better man than I am ? may call it melancholy, if you will favour the Agam. No question. man; but, by my head, 'tis pride: But why, why? Ajax. Will

you

subscribe his thought, and say let him show us a cause. - A word, my lord. he is ?

(takes Agam. aside. Agam. No, noble Ajax; you are as strong, as Nest. What moves Ajax thus to bay at bim? valiant, as wise, no less noble, much more gentle, Ulyss. Achilles bath inveigled his fool from and altogether more tractable. , him,

Ajax. Why should a man be proud? How doth Nest, Who? Thersites?

pride grow? I know not what pride is. Ulyss. He.

Agam. Your mind's the clearer, Ajax, and Nest. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have your virtues the fairer. He that is proud, eats lost his argument.

up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumUlyss. No; you see, he is bis argument, that pet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises has his argument; Achilles,

itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the Nest. All the better; their fraction is more praise. our wish: than their faction, but it was a strong Ajar. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the composure, a fool could disunite.

engendering of toads. Ulyss. The amity, that wisdom knits not, folly Nest. And yet he loves himself: is it not. may easily untie. Here comes Patroclus. strange?

[aside. Re-enter Patroclus.

Re-enter Ulysses. Nest. No Achilles with him.

Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. Ulyss. The elephant hath joints, but none for Agam. What's his excuse ? courtesy: bis legs are legs for necessity, not for Ulyss. He doth rely on none; fexure.

But carries on the stream of his dispose, Patr. Achilles bids me say-he is much sorry, Without observance or respect of any, If any thing more than your sport and pleasure In will peculiar and in self-admission. Did move your greatness, and this noble state, Agam. Why will he not, upon our fair request, To call upon him; he hopes, it is no other, Untent his person, and share the air with us? But, for your health and your digestion sake, Ulyss. Things small as nothing, for request's An after-dinner's breath.

sake only,

[ness; Agam. Hear you, Patroclus :-

He makes important: possess'd he is with greatWe are too well acquainted with these answers : And speaks not to himself, but with a pride But his èvasion, wing'd thus swift with scorn, That quarrels at self-breath: imagin'd worth Cannot outfly our apprehensions.

Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse, Much attribute he hath ; and much the reason That, 'twixt his inental and his active parts, Why we ascribe it to him: yet all his virtues,- Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages, Not virtuously on his own part beheld,

And batters down himself: 'what should I say? Do, in our eyes, begin to lose their gloss; He is so plaguy proud, that the death-tokens of it Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish, Cry-No recovery. Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell him,

Agam. Let Ajax go to him. We come to speak with hiin: and you shall not Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent: If you do say—we think him over-proud, (sin, 'Tis said, he holds you well; and will be led, And under-honest; in self-assumption greater, At your request, a little from himself. Than in the note of judgment; and worthier than Ulyss. O Agamemnon, let it not be so ! himself

We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes Here tend the savage strangeness he puts on; When they go from Achilles: shall the proud lord, Disguise the holy strength of their command, That bastes his arrogance with his own seam; And underwrite in an observing kind

And never suffers matter of the world His humorous predominance; yea, watch Enter his thoughts,—save such as do revolve His pettish lunes, his ebbs, his flows, as if And ruminate himself,-shall he be worshipp'd The passage and whole carriage of this action Of that we bold an idol more than he ? Rode on his tide. Go, tell hin this; and add, No, this thrice-worthy and right valiant lord That, if he over-hold bis price so much,

Must not so stale his palın, nobly acquir'd ; We'll none of him; but let bim, like an engine Nor, by my will, assubjugate his merit,

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