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And bid the cheek be ready with a blush
The wound of
PLEASURE AND REVENGE.
For pleasure, and revenge,
THE SUBTLETY OF ULYSSES, AND STUPIDITY OF AJAX.
Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads. Nest. And yet he loves himself: Is it not strange?
A side. Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. Agam. What's his excuse?
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
He makes important: Possess'd he is with greatAnd speaks not to himself, but with a pride (ness; That quarrels at self-breath: imagin'd worth
Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse,
Let Ajax go to him.-
Úlyss. Ó Agamemnon, let it not be so!
, assubjugate his merit, As amply titled as Achilles is, By going to Achilles : That were to enlard his fat-already pride; And add more coals to Cancerf when it burns With entertaining great Hyperion 1: 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.
[ A side. Dio. And how his silence drinks up this applause!
A side. * Fat. $ The sign in the zodiac into which the sun enters June 21.
“And Cancer reddens with the solar blaze.” The sun.
Ajax. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist I'll pash* Over the face.
Agam. O, no, you shall not go. [pride:
Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheezet his Let me go to him.
Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon our Ajax. A paltry insolent fellow, — [quarrel. Nest.
How he describes Himself!
[A side. Ajax. Can he not be sociable ? Ulyss.
The raven Chides blackness,
[A side. Ajax.
I will let his humours blood, Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the
[Aside. Ajax. An all men Were o' my mind,
Ulyss. Wit would be out of fashion. [A side.
Ajax. He should not bear it so, He should eat swords first: shall pride carry it?
Nest. An 'twould, you'd carry half. [A side. Ulyss.
He'd have ten shares.
[A side. Ajax. I'll knead him, I will make him supple:Nest. He's not yet thorough warm: forcef him
with praises: Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. [A side. 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 Here is a man—But 'tis before his face; [harm. I will be silent. * Strike. + Comb, or curry.
Wherefore should you so? He is not emulous*, as Achilles is.
Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant.
Ajax. A whoreson dog, that shall paltert thus I would, he were a Trojan.
[with us! Nest.
What a vice
If he were proud ?
Ay, or surly borne?
thee suck: Fam'd be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature Thrice fam'd, beyond all erudition: But he that disciplin'd thy arms to fight, Let Mars divide eternity in twain, And give him half; and, for thy vigour, Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom, Which, like a bourns, a pale, a shore, confines Thy spacious and dilated parts: Here's Nestor, Instructed by the antiquary times, He must, he is, he cannot but be wise;But pardon, father Nestor, were your days As green as Ajax', and your brain so temper’d, You should not have the eminence of him, But be as Ajax. Ajax.
Shall I call
father? Nest. Ay, my good son. Dio.
Be rul'd by him, lord Ajax. Ulyss. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles Keeps thicket. Please it our great general * Enyious. + Trifle.
§ Stream, rivulet.
To call together all his state of war;
Agam. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep: Light boats sail swift, tho' greater hulks draw deep.
AN EXPECTING LOVER, No, Pandarus : I stalk about her door, Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks, Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon, And give me swift transportance to those fields, Where I may wallow in the lily beds Propos'd for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus, From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, And fly with me to Cressid!
I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense: What will it be, When that the wat’ry palate tastes indeed Love's thrice-reputed nectar? death, I fear me; Swooning destruction; or some joy too fine, Too subtle-potent, tun'd too sharp in sweetness, For the capacity of my ruder powers: I fear it much; and I do fear besides, That I shall lose distinction in my joys; As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps The enemy flying.
Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom: My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse;