me? 'Sfoot, I'll learn to conjure and raise I'll fee fome issue of my spiteful execrations. 's Achilles, a rare engineer. If Troy be not nese two undermine it, the walls will stand till themselves. O thou great thunder-darter of forget that thou art Jove the king of gods; ury, lose all the ferpentine craft of thy Cadutake not that little little less-than-little wit that they have! which short-arm'd ignorance is is so abundant scarce, it will not in circumiver a fly from a spider, without drawing their , and cutting the web. After this, the venthe whole camp! or, rather, the bone-ache! for inks, is the curse dependant on those that war et. I have faid my prayers; and devil, envy, What, ho! my lord Achilles!

Enter PATROCLUS.

Tho's there? Thersites? Good Thersites, come

I could have remember'd a gilt counterfeit, 'st not have flipp'd out of my contemplation : matter; Thyself upon thyself! The common curse

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curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue! heaven bless thee from a tutor, and difcipline 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 corfe, I'll be sworn and sworn upon't, she never shrouded any but lazars. Amen. Where's Achilles? Patr. What, art thou devout? wast thou in prayer? Ther. Ay; The heavens hear me !

Enter ACHILLES.

Achil. Who's there?

Patr. Thersites, my lord.

Achil. Where, where? - Art thou come? Why, my cheese, my digestion, why haft thou not ferv'd thyself in to my table so many meals? Come; what's Agamemnon? Ther. Thy commander, Achilles; -Then tell me, Patroclus, what's Achilles ?

Patr. Thy lord, Thersites; Then tell me, I pray thee, what's thyself?

Ther. Thy knower, Patroclus; Then tell me, Patroclus, what art thou ?

Patr. Thou may'st tell, that know'st.

Achil. O, tell, tell.

Ther. I'll decline the whole question. Agamemnon commands Achilles; Achilles is my lord; I am Patroclus' knower; and Patroclus is a fool.

Patr. You rascal !

Ther. Peace, fool; I have not done.

Achil. He is a privileg'd man.-Proceed, Thersites. Ther. Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; Ther

sites is a fool; and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a fool. Achil. Derive this; come.

Ther. Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command Achil

les; Achilles is a fool to be commanded of Agamemnon; Thersites is a fool, to serve such a fool; and Patroclus is a fool positive.

Patr. Why am I a fool?

Ther. Make that demand of the prover.-It suffices me, thou art. Look you, who comes here ?

Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, NESTOR, DIOMEDES, and AJAX.

Achil. Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody:-Come in

with me, Therfites.

[Exit.

Ther. Here is such patchery, such juggling, and such knavery! all the argument is, a cuckold, and a whore; A

good quarrel, to draw emulous factions, and bleed to death upon. Now the dry ferpigo on the fubject! and

war, and lechery, confound all !

Agam. Where is Achilles ?

Patr. Within his tent; but ill-dispos'd, my lord.
Agam. Let it be known to him, that we are here.
He shent our messengers; and we lay by
Our appertainments, visiting of him:

Let him be told so; lest, perchance, he think
We dare not move the question of our place,

Or know not what we are.

Patr.

I shall say so to him.

Ulyff. We faw him at the opening of his tent; He is not fick.

[Exit.

[Exit.

Ajax. Yes, lion-sick, fick of proud heart: you may call it melancholy, if you will favour the man; but, by my head, 'tis pride: But why, why? let him show us a cause. -A word, my lord. [Takes AGAMEMNON afide.

Neft. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him ?
Ulyf. Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him.

Neft.

Neft.

fily untie. Here comes Patroclus.

Re-enter PATROCLUS.

Neft. No Achilles with him.
Ulyf. The elephant hath joints, but n
his legs are legs for necessity, not for fle
Patr. Achilles bids me fay-he is muc
If any thing more than your sport and p
Did move your greatness, and this noble
To call upon him; he hopes, it is no ot
But, for your health and your digeftion
An after-dinner's breath.

Agam.
Hear you, Patr
We are too well acquainted with these ar
But his evafion, wing'd thus swift with f
Cannot outfly our apprehenfions.
Much attribute he hath; and much the
Why we afcribe it to him: yet all his vir
Not virtuoufly on his own part beheld,-
Do, in our eyes begin to lose their glofs
Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome d
Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell hi
We come to speak with him: And you

e overhold his price so much,
: of him; but let him, like an engine

le, lie under this report

on hither, this cannot go to war:

dwarf we do allowance give

zeping giant :-Tell him fo.

hall; and bring his answer presently. [Exit.

n second voice we'll not be fatisfied,

to speak with him.-Ulysses, enter.

What is he more than another?

[Exit ULYSSES.

No more than what he thinks he is.

he so much? Do you not think, he thinks better man than I am?

No question.

Vill you subscribe his thought, and say-he is? No, noble Ajax; you are as strong, as valiant, less noble, much more gentle, and altogether able.

Why should a man be proud? How doth pride now not what pride is.

Your mind's the clearer, Ajax, and your virtues He that is proud, eats up himself: pride is

afs, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever