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Achil. Where, where? art thou come? why, my Cheese, my Digestion why hast thou not served thy self up to my Table, so many Meals & Come, what's Agamemnon?
? Ther. Thy Commander, Achilles; then tell me, Patroclus, what's Achilles ?
Patr. Thy Lord, Therfites : then tell me, I pray thee, what's thy self?
Ther. Íhy Knower, Patroclus : then tell me, Patroclus, what art thou ??
Pair. Thou may'st tell, that know'st.
Ther. I'll decline the whole Question. Agamemnon commands Achilles, Achilles is my Lord, I am Patroclus's Knower, and Patroclus is a Fco!,
Parr. You Rascal
Ther. Agamemnon is a Fool, Achilles is, a Fool, Thersites is a Fool, and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a Fool.
Achil. Derive this ; come.
Ther. Agamemnon is a Fool to offer to command Achilles, Achilles is a Fool to be commanded of Agamemnon, Therfites is a Fool to serve such a Fool, and Patroclus is a Fool positive.
Patr. Why am I a Fool?
[Exit. Ther. Here is such Patchery, such Jugling, and such Knavery : all the Argument is a Cuckold and a Whore, a good quarrel to draw emulatious Fa&ions, and bleed to Death upon : Now the dry Serpigo on the Subject, and War and Lechery confound all.
Aga. Where is Achilles ?
Aga. Let it be known to him that we are here.
Let him be told of, lest perchance he think
[Exit. Ulys, We saw him at the opening of his Tent, He is not sick.
Ajax. Yes, Lion-fick, fick of a proud heart : you may call it Melancholy, if you will favour the Man, but by my head, 'tis Pride; but why, why? - let him thew us the cause. A word, my Lord.
[To Agamemnon. Neft. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him? Ulys. Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him. Neft. Who, Thersites? Ulys. He.
Neft. Then will Ajax lack Matter, if he have lost his Argument.
VhS. No, you see he is his Argument, that his his Argument, Achilles.,
Neft. All the better, this Frađion is more our wish than their Fađion ; but it was a strong Counsel that a Fool could disunite.
Ulys. The Amity that Wisdom koits not, Folly may eafily untye.
Enter Patroclus. Here comes Patroclus.
Neft. No Achilles with him? Ulys. The Elephant hath Joints, but none for Courtesie; His Legs are Legs for necessity, not for flight.
, Parr. Achilles bids me say, he is much forry, If
any thing more than your Sport and Pleasure, Did move your Greatness, and this noble State, To call upon him ; he hopes it is no other,
Aga. Hear you, Patroclus ;
And like fair Fruit in an unwholsom Dish,
Pat, I shall, and bring his answer presently. [Exit,
Aga. In second Voice we'll not be satisfied,, We come to speak with him. Ulysses, enter you.
(Exit Ulysses. 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 better Man than I am? Aga. No question. Ajax. Will you subscribe his Thought, and say, he is ? Aga. No, noble Ajax, you are as strong, as valiant, as wise, no less 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 G'ass, his own Trumpet, his own Chronicle, and whateyer Praises it self but in the Deed, devours the Deed in the Praise.
Neft. Yet he loves himself: Is't not strange?
vlys. He doth rely on none;
Aga. Why will he not, upon our fair request,
Ulys. Things small as Nothing, for Requests fake only
Aga. Let Ajax go to him.
Ulys. O, Agamemnon, let it not be so.
This Lord go to him? Fupiter forbid,
Neft. O this is well, he rubs the Vein of him.
Aga. O no, you shall not go.
Ajax. And a be proud with me, I'll phese his Pride; let
vlys. Not for the worth that hangs upon our Quarrel.
Ajax. A should not bear it so, a should eat Swords first;
Ajax. I will knead him, I'll make him supple, he's not yet through warm.
Neft. Force him with Praises, pour in, pour in, his Am-
Vlys My Lord, you feed too much on this dislike.
Ulys. Why, 'tis this naming of him doth him harm.
Vlyf. Know the whole World, he is as valiant.
Ajax. A whorson Dog! that shall palter thus with us
Neft. What a Vice were it in Ajax now