culd's not have slipt out of my contemplation : but it
is no matter, thyself upon thyself! The common curse
of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great re.
venue! Hev’ens bless chee from a tutor, and discipline:
come not near thee! Let thy blood be thy direction till
thy death; then if she that lays thee out, says thou art-
a fair corse, I'll be sworn and sworn upon't, the never
Throwded any but Lazars. Amen. Where's Achilles?

Pat. What, art thou devout? wast thou in prayer?:
Ther. Ay, the heav'ns hear me ?

Enter Achilles,
Achil. Who's there?
Patr. Thersites, my Lord.

Achil. Where, where ? art thou come, why, my cheese, my digestion why hast thou not served thyself up to my table, so many meals? Come, what's A. gamemnon !

Ther. Thy commander, Achilles : then tell me, Patroclus, what's Achilles ? Pat. Thy Lord, Therfites : then tell me, 1

pray thee, what's thyself?

Ther. Thy knower, Patroclus: then tell me, Patro... clus, what art thon?

Pat. Thou may't tell that know'st.
Achil. () tell, tell,-

Ther, I'll decline the whole question. Agamemnon commands Achilles, Achilles is my Lord, I am Patro.. clus's knower, and Patroclus is a fool

Pat. You rascal.
Ther. Peace, fool, I have not done.
Achil. He is a privileg'd man, Proceed, Therfites.

Ther, Agamemnon is a fool, Achilles is a fool, There sites is a fool, and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a fool.

Achil. Derive this; come.

Ther. Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command Achilles; Achilles is a fool to be commanded of Aga: memnon; Therfites is a fool to serve such a fool ; and Patroclus is a fool positive.

Pat. Why am ka fool ?

Ther. Make that demand to thy Creator ;-it suf: aces me thou art.,

S CE N E

VI. Enter Agamemnon, Ulyffes, Nestor, Diomedes, Ajax,

and Calchas. Look you, who comes here?

Achil, Fatroclus, I'll speak with no body: come in with me, Therfites.

[Exit. Ther, Here is fuch patchery, such juggling, and such knavery : all the argument is: a cuckold and á uhore, a good quarrel to draw emulous factions, and bleed to death upon : Dow the dry Serpigo on the futject, and war and lechery confound all!

[Exita Aza, Where is Achilles ? Pat Within his tent, but ill dispos'd, my Lord.

Aga Let it be known to him that we are here,
Hé Thent our messengers, and we lay by
Our appertainments, vititing ot him :
Let him be told fo, lelt perchance he think
We dare not move the queltion of our place,
Or know not what we are.
Pat. I shall so lay to him.

[Exit. Ulyl. We law him at the opening of his tent, He is not fick

Ajax Yes, lion sick, fick of a proud heart : you may call it melanı holy, if you will tavour the man; but, by my head, 'tis pride; but why, why?-let him thew us the caule.

A word, my Lord, [To Agamemnon.
Neft. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him?
Uly.].- Achilles hath inviegled his fool from him.
Neft. Who, Therfites ?
U1;0 He..

Nejt. Then will Ajaxlack matter, if he have lost his argument.

Ulyl. No, you see he is his argument that has his Argument, Achilles.

Neft. All the better; their fraction is more our wish than their faćtion ; but it was a Itrong ceundel that a fool could dilunite.

U13] The amity that wildom knits not, foily may calily untie.

SCENE VII. Enter Patroclas. Here comes Patroclus.

Neft. No Achilles with him?

Ulys. The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy:: His legs are for neceflity, not flexure.

Pat Achilles bids me fay, he is much forry,
If any thing more than your sport and pleasure.
Did move your greatness, and this noble itate,
To call on him; he hopes it is no other,
But for your health and your digestion take;
An after dinner's breath,

Aga. Hear you, Patroclus;
We are too well acquainted with these answers :
But his evalion, wing'd thus swift with scorn,
Cannot outfly our apprehensions
Much attribute he hath, and much the reason.
Why we ascribe it to him; yet all his virtues
(Not virtuously on his own párt beheld).
Do in our eyes begin to lose their glois;
And, like fair fruit in an unwholesome disa;
Are like to rot untasted. Go, and tell him,
We come to speak with him; and you shall not fin,
If you do tay we think him over-proud,
In felf-assumption greater than in note
Of judgement : fay, men worthier than himself
Here tend the favage Itrangeness he puts on,
Disguise the holy strength of their command,
And undergo in an observing kind
His humorous predominance; yea, watch
His pettish lunes, his ebbs and flows ; as if i
The passage and whole carriage of this action
Rode on his tide, Go tell him this; and add,
That if he over-hold his price so much,
We'll none of him; but let him, like an engine
Not portable, lie under this report,
Bring action hither, this can't go to war.
A stirring dwart we do allowance give,
Betore a deeping giant; tell h in 10x

Pat I thall, al.d bring his antwer presently. [Exit.
Aga. in fecond voice well out be satisfied,

We come to speak with him. Ulysies, enter:

[Exit Ulysses, Ajix. What is le more than another? dga. No more than what he thinks he is.

Ajax, Is he fo much ? do you not think he thinks himseit a better man than I am ?

Aga. No question.
Ajax. Will you subscribe his thought, and say, he is ?

Aga. No, Noble Ajax; you are äs itrong, 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 it is.

Aga. Your mind is clearer, Ajax, and your virtues the fairer ; he that is proud eats up himielf. Pride is his own glais, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.

SCE NE VIII. Re-enter Ulysses. Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engen. dering of toads.

Neft. Yet he loves himself: is't not strange?
Ulys. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow?
Aga. What's his excuse ?

Ulyl. He doth rely on none;
But carries on the aream of his dispose,
Without observance or respect of any.
In will-peculiar, and in felt-admillion.

Aga. Why will be not, upon our fair request,
Untent his person, and share the air with us?

Ul/. Things Imall as nothing, for request's fake only He makes important: he's poffefs'd with greatnels, And speaks not to himself, but with a pride That quarrels at fell-breath. Imagin'd worth Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse, That, 'twixt his mental and his active parts, Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages, And barters down himself; what should I say? He is so plaguy.proud, that the death-tokens of it Cry, No recovery.

Aga. Let Ajax go to him.

Dear Lord, go you and greet him in bis tent;

l'is said, he holds you well, and will be led At your request a little from himself,

Ulyl. O, Agamemnon, let it not be fo. We'll consecrate the Iteps that Ajax makes, When they go from Achilles. Shall the proud Lord, That baltes his arrogance with his own seam, And never suffers matters of the world Enter his thoughts, (save such as do revolve And ruminate himself), shall he be worshipp'd Of that we hold an idol more than he ? No, this thrice.worthy and right-valiant Lord Mult not so stale his palm, nobly acquir'd; Nor, by my will, assubjugate his merit, (As amply titled as Achilles' is), by going to Achilles : That were t'inlard his pride, already fat, And add more coals to Cancer, when he buras With entertaining great Hyperion. This Lord go to him? Jupiter forbid, And say in thunder, Achilles go to him!

Neft. O, this is well, he rubs the vein of him, Dio. And how his filence drinks up this applause! Ajax. If I go to him came with my armed filt I'll pash him o'er the face.

Aga. O no, you shall not go.

Ajax. An' he be proud with me, I'll pheese his pride; Let me go to him.

U.y. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel.
Ajax. A paltry infolent fellow-
Neft. How he describes himself!
Ajax, Can he not be fociable ?
Ulys. The raven chides blackness.
Ajax. I'll let his humours blood.
Aga. He'll be the physician that shall be the patient.
Ajax. An' all men were o' my mind
Ulyl. Wit would be out of falhion.

Ajax, He should not bear it so, he should cat swords first : thall pride carry it?

Neft. An 'twould, you'd carry half.
Ulys He would have len shares.
Ajax. I will knead him, I'll make him supple