And bid the cheek be ready with a blush ACT II. DOUBT. The wound of peace is surety, PLEASURE AND REVENGE. For pleasure, and revenge, Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice 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? Aside. Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. Agam. What's his excuse? Ulyss. 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 sake only, 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 4 Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse, Agam. Let Ajax go to him. Dear lord go you and greet him in his tent: Ulyss. O Agamemnon, let it not be so! By going to Achilles : That were to enlard his fat-already pride; 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. [Aside. [Aside. Dio. And how his silence drinks up this applause! *Fat. The sign in the zodiac into which the sun enters June 21. "And Cancer reddens with the solar blaze." The sun. K K Thomson. Ajax. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist I'll pash* Over the face. Agam. [him O, no, you shall not go. [pride: Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze† his Let me go to him. Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon our Ajax. A paltry insolent fellow, Nest. Himself! [quarrel. How he describes [Aside. The raven [Aside. Ajax. Can he not be sociable? Ulyss. Chides blackness. Ajax. I will let his humours blood, Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the pa tient. Ajax. An all men Were o' my mind, [Aside. Ulyss. Wit would be out of fashion. [Aside. He should eat swords first: shall pride carry it? [Aside. Ajax. I'll knead him, I will make him supple:Nest. He's not yet thorough warm: forcet him with praises: Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. [Aside. 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; I will be silent. [harm. Stuff. Nest. 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 palter thus I would, he were a Trojan. What a vice [with us! If he were proud? Ay, or surly borne? Dio. Or covetous of praise? Ulyss. Dio. Or strange, er self-affected? Ulyss. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet composure; Praise him that got thee, she that gave To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom, He must, he is, he cannot but be wise;- Ajax. Shall I call you father? Be rul'd by him, lord Ajax. Nest. Ay, my good son. Dio. Ulyss. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles Keeps thicket. Please it our great general Titles. § 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. ACT III. 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, I fear it much; and I do fear besides, Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom: My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse; |