Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS, before their Tent.

Ulyss. Achilles stands i’the entrance of his tent:
Please it our general to pass strangely? by him,
As if he were forgot; and, princes all,
Lay negligent and loose regard upon him:
I will come last : 'Tis like, he'll question me,
Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turn'd on

him :
If so, I have derision med'cinable,
To use between your strangeness and his pride,
Which his own will shall have desire to drink ;
It may do good: pride hath no other glass
To show itself, but pride ; for supple knees
Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees.

Agam. We'll execute your purpose, and put on
A form of strangeness as we pass along ;
So do each lord ; and either greet him not,
Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more
Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way.

Achil. What, comes the general to speak with me? You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy. Agam. What says Achilles ? would he ought with

us? Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the general? Achil.

No. Nest. Nothing, my lord. Agam.

The better.

[Exeunt AGAMEMNON and Nestor. Achil.

Good day, good day.

2 Shyly.

Men. How do you ? how do you?

[Exit MENELAUS. Achil.

What, does the cuckold scorn me? Ajar. How now, Patroclus? Achil.

Good morrow, Ajax. Ajax.

Ha? Achil. Good morrow. Ajax.

Ay, and good next day too.

[Exit AJAX. Achil. What mean these fellows? Know they not

Achilles ?,
Patr. They pass by strangely : they were usd to

To send their smiles before them to Achilles ;
To come as humbly, as they us'd to creep
To holy altars.
Achil. What, am I poor

of late ?
'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune,
Must fall out with men too: What the declin'd is,
He shall as soon read in the eyes of others,
As feel in his own fall: for men, like butterflies,
Show not their mealy wings, but to the summer ;
And not a man, for being simply man,
Hath any honour; but honour for those honours
That are without him, as place, riches, favour,
Prizes of accident as oft as merit :
Which when they fall, as being slippery standers,
The love that lean'd on them as slippery too,
Do one pluck down another, and together
Die in the fall. But 'tis not so with me :
Fortune and I are friends; I do enjoy
At ample point all that I did possess,

Save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find out
Something not worth in me such rich beholding
As they have often given. Here is Ulysses ;
I'll interrupt his reading.-
How now, Ulysses ?

Now, great Thetis' son ?
Achil. What are you reading ?

A strange fellow here
Writes me, That man-how dearly ever parted, 3
How much in having, or without, or in,-
Cannot make boast to have that which he hath,
Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection;
As when his virtues shining upon

Heat them, and they retort that heat again
To the first giver.

This is not strange, Ulysses.
The beauty that is borne here in the face
The bearer knows not, but commends itself
To others' eyes : nor doth the


itself (That most pure spirit of sense,) behold itself, Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos'd Salutes each other with each other's form. For speculation turns not to itself, Till it hath travell’d, and is married there Where it may see itself: this is not strange at all.

Ulyss. I do not strain at the position,
It is familiar ; but at the author's drift:
Who, in his circumstance, 4 expressly. proves
That no man is the lord of

any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting) Till he communicate his parts to others :

3 Excellently endowed.

4 Detail of argument.

Nor doth he of himself know them for aught
Till he behold them form'd in the applause
Where they are extended; which, like an arch, re-

The voice again; or like a gate of steel
Fronting the sun, receives and renders back
His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this;
And apprehended here immediately
The unknown Ajax.
Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse;
That has he knows not what. Nature, what things

there are,

Most abject in regard, and dear in use!
What things again most dear in the esteem,
And poor in worth! Now shall we see to-morrow,
An act that very chance doth throw upon him,
Ajax renown'd. O heavens, what some men do,
While some men leave to do!
How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall,
Whiles others play the idiots in her eyes !
How one man eats into another's pride,
While pride is fasting in his wantonness!
To see these Grecian lords !-why, even already
They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder;
As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast,
And great Troy shrinking.

Achil. I do believe it: for they pass'd by me,
As misers do by beggars : neither gave to me
Good word, nor look: What, are my deeds forgot?

Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes :

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Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd
As fast as they are made, forgot as soon
As done :: Perséverance, dear my lord,
Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery. Take the instant way;
For honour travels in a strait so narrow,
Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path ;
For emulation hath a thousand sons,
That one by one

f you give way,
Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,
Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by,
And leave


hindmost ;-
Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank,
Lie there for pavement to the abject rear,
O'er-run and trampled on: Then what they do in

Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours:
For time is like a fashionable host,
That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand;
And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly,
Grasps-in the comer : Welcome ever smiles,
And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek
Remuneration for the thing it was ;
For beauty, wit,
High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,
Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
To envious and calumniating time.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,
That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds,
Though they are made and moulded of things past;


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