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That if he over-hold his price so much,
Patr. I shall, and bring his answer presently. [Exit.
Aga. In second voice we'll not be satisfied, We come to speak with him. Ulyses, enter.
[Exit Ulyffes. Ajax. What is he more than another? Aga. No more than what he thinks he is.
Ajax. Is he so much? do you not think, he thinks himself a better man than I am ?
Aga. No question.
Aga. No, noble Ajax, you are as strong, as valiant, as wise, no lefs 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 himself. Pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle ; and whatever praises it self but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.
Neft. Yet he loves himself: is't not strange?
Ułys. He doth rely on none;
Aga. Why will he not, upon our fair request,
Ulys. Things small as nothing, for request's fake only,
Aga. Let Ajax go to him.
Ulyf. O, Agamemnon, let it not be so.
Neft. O, this is well, he rubs the vein of him.
Ajax. If I go to him with my armed fift
Aga. O no, you shall not go.
Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheese his pride ; let me go to him. Ulys. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel. Ajax. A paltry insolenc fellow D 2
Neft. How he describes himself!
Ajax. And all men were o’my mind
Ajax. He should not bear it so, he should eat swords first": shall pride carry it?
Neft. An 'would, you'd carry half.
Neft. He's not yet through warm : (23) force him with praises ; pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry.
Ulyf. My lord, you feed too much on this dilike.
Ulyf. Why, 'tis this naming of him doth him harm. Here is a man
-but'tis before his face I will be silent. Neft. Wherefore should
fo? He is not emulous, as Achilles is.
Ulys. Know the whole world, he is as valiant.
Ajax. A whorson dog! that palters thus with us
Neft. What a vice were it in Ajax now
(23) Ajax. I will knead him, I'll make him fupple, he is not yet through
Neft. Force him with praises ; &c.] The latter Part of Ajax's Speech is certainly got out of Place, and ought to be assign’d to Neftor, as I have ventur'd to transpose it. Ajax is feeding on his Vanity, and boasting what he'll do to Achilles ; he'll pash him o'er the Face, he'll make him eat Swords; he'll knead him, he'll supple him, &c. Neftor and Ulysses fily labour to keep him up in this Vein ; and to this End Neftor craftily hints, that Ajax is not warm yet, but must be cram'd with more Flattery.
Praise him that got thee, her that gave thee suck:
Ajax. Shall I call you father?
Ulys. There is no tarrying here; the Hart Achilles
Aga. Go we to Council, let Achilles Neep;
.SCENE, Paris's Apartments in the Palace, in
Enter Pandarus, and a Servant. (Mufick witbin.]
PANDA R U S.
RIEND! you! pray you, á word: do not
you follow the young lord Paris?
Ser. Ay, Sir, when he goes before me.
Ser. Sir, I do depend upon the lord.
Ser. The lord be praised !
Pan. Friend, know me better, I am the lord Pandarus.
Ser. I hope, I shall know your honour better.
What musick is this?
Ser. I do but partly know, Sir ; it is musick in parts.