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That hath a stomach; and such a one, that dare And buckle-in a waist most fathomless,
Ajax. Farewell. Who shall answer him? As fears and reasons ? fie, for godly shame!
reasons, He knew his man. Ajac. O, meaning you:- I'll go learn more Bear the great sway of his affairs with reasons, of it.
[Exeunt. Because your speech hath none, that tells him so?
Tro. You are for dreams and slumbers, brother
priest; SCENE II. — Troy. A Room in PRIAM's Palace. Toutu.
You fur your gloves with reason. Here are your
reasons: Enter PRIAM, HIECTOR, TROILUS, PARIS, and
You know, an enemy intends you, harm;
You know, a sword employed is perilous,
And reason flies the object of all harm :
The very wings of reason to his heels;
And fly like chidden Mercury from Jove, Wounds, friends, and what else dear that is con- Or like a star disorbed ? — Nay, if we talk of sumed
reason, In hot digestion of this cormorant war —
Let's shut our gates, and sleep: Manhood and Shall be struck off: " Hector, what say you to't?
honor Hect. Though no man lesser fears the Greeks Should have hare hearts, would they but fat their than I,
thoughts As far as toucheth my particular, yet,
With this crammed reason: reason and respect Dread Priam, .
Make livers pale, and lustihood deject. There is no lady of more softer bowels,
Hect. Brother, she is not worth what she doth More spongy to suck in the sense of fear,
cost More ready to cry out “Who knows what follows ?” The holding. Than Hector is. The wound of peace is surety, Tro. What is aught, but as 't is valued ? Surety secure; but modest doubt is called
Hect. But yalue dwells not in particular will :
To make the service greater than the god;
Is led on in the conduct of my will ;
Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores Tro. Fie, fie, my brother!
Of will and judgment: How may I avoid, Weigh you the worth and honor of a king, Although my will distaste what it elected, So great as our dread father, in a scale
The wife I chose ? there can be no evasion Of common ounces? will you with counters sum To blench from this, and to stand firm by honor : The past-proportion of his infinite?
We turn not back the silks upon the merchant,
When we have soiled them; nor the remainder Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilion stand; viands
Our firebrand brother, Paris, burns us all. We do not throw in unrespective sieve,
Cry, Trojans, cry! a Helen, and a woe: Because we now are full. It was thought meet, Cry, cry! Troy burns, or else let Helen go. [Exit. Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks : Hect. Now, youthful Troilus, do not these high Your breath with full consent bellied his sails;
strains The seas and winds (old wranglers) took a truce, Of divination in our sister work And did him service : he touched the ports desired; Some touches of remorse? or is your blood And, for an old aunt, whom the Greeks held cap. So madly hot, that no discourse of reason, tive,
Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause, He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth and Can qualify the same ? freshness
Tro. Why, brother Hector, Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes pale the morning. We may not think the justness of each act Why keep we her? the Grecians keep our aunt: Such and no other than event doth form it; Is she worth keeping ? why, she is a pearl Nor once deject the courage of our minds, Whose price hath launched above a thousand ships, Because Cassandra's mad: her brain-sick raptures And turned crowned kings to merchants. Cannot distaste the goodness of a quarrel If you 'll avouch 't was wisdom Paris went Which hath our several honors all engaged (As you must needs, for you all cried—“Go, go”), To make it gracious. For my private part, If you 'll confess he brought home noble prize I am no more touched than all Priam's sons : (As you must needs, for you all clapped your And Jove forbid there should be done amongst us hands
Such things as might offend the weakest spleen And cried “Inestimable !”), why do you now To fight for and maintain! The issue of your proper wisdoms rate;
Par. Else might the world convince of levity And do a deed that fortune never did,
As well my undertakings, as your counsels : Beggar the estimation which you prized
But I attest the gods, your full consent Richer than sea and land? O, theft most base; Gave wings to my propension, and cut off That we have stolen what we do fear to keep ! All fears attending on so dire a project. But, thieves, unworthy of a thing so stolen, For what, alas, can these my single arms? That in their country did them that disgrace, What propugnation is in one man's valor, We fear to warrant in our native place !
To stand the push and enmity of those
This quarrel would excite? Yet, I protest,
Paris should ne'er retract what he hath done, Hect. It is Cassandra.
Nor faint in the pursuit.
Pri. Paris, you speak
Like one besotted on your sweet delights : Cas. Cry, Trojans, cry! lend me ten thousand You have the honey still, but these the gall; eyes,
So to be valiant is no praise at all. And I will fill them with prophetic tears !
Par. Sir, I propose not merely to myself Hect. Peace, sister, peace.
The pleasures such a beauty brings with it; Cas. Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled But I would have the soil of her fair rape elders,
Wiped off, in honorable keeping her. Soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry, What treason were it to the ransacked queen, Add to my clamors ! let us pay betimes
Disgrace to your great worths, and shame to me, A moiety of that mass of moan to come. Now to deliver her possession up Cry, Trojans, cry! practise your eyes with tears ! | On terms of base compulsion ? Can it be,
That so degenerate a strain as this
A spur to valiant and magnanimous deeds; Should once set footing in your generous bosoms ? Whose present courage may beat down our foes, There's not the meanest spirit on our party, And fame, in time to come, canónize us : Without a heart to dare, or sword to draw, For, I presume, brave Hector would not lose When Helen is defended; nor none so noble, So rich advantage of a promised glory Whose life were ill bestowed, or death unfamed, As smiles upon the forehead of this action, Where Helen is the subject : then, I say, For the wide world's revenue. Well may we fight for her, whom, we know well, | Hect. I am yours, The world's large spaces cannot parallel.
You valiant offspring of great Priamus.Hect. Paris and Troilus, you have both said I have a roisting challenge sent amongst well;
The dull and factious nobles of the Greeks, And on the cause and question now in hand Will strike amazement to their drowsy spirits : Have glozed — but superficially; not much I was advertised, their great general slept, Unlike young men, whom Aristottle thought Whilst emulation in the army crept : Unfit to hear moral philosophy:
This, I presume, will wake him. [Excunt. The reasons you allege do more conduce To the hot passion of distempered blood, Than to make up a free determination
SCENE III. — The Grecian Camp. Before 'Twixt right and wrong; for pleasure and revenge
ACHILLES' Tent. Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice
Enter TAERSITES. Of any true decision. Nature craves, All dues be rendered to their owners : now, Ther. How now, Thersites? what, lost in the What nearer debt in all humanity,
labyrinth of thy fury? Shall the elephant Ajax Than wife is to the husband ? If this law carry it thus ? he beats me, and I rail at him : Of nature be corrupted through affection; O, worthy satisfaction ! 'would it were otherwise ; And that great minds, of partial indulgence that I could beat him, whilst he railed at me: To their benumbéd wills, resist the same; 'sfoot, I 'll learn to conjure and raise devils, but There is a law in each well-ordered nation, I'll see some issue of my spiteful execrations. To curb those raging appetites that are
Then there's Achilles —-a rare engineer. If Troy Most disobedient and refractory.
be not taken till these two undermine it, the walls If Helen then be wife to Sparta’s king will stand till they fall of themselves. O, thou (As it is known she is), these moral laws great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget that thou Of nature, and of nations, speak aloud
art Jove, the king of gods; and Mercury, lose all To have her back returned: thus to persist the serpentine craft of thy Caduceus; if ye take In doing wrong, extenuates not wrong,
not that little little less-than-little wit from them But makes it much more heavy. Hector's opinion that they have! which short-armed ignorance Is this, in way of truth : yet ne'ertheless, itself knows is so abundant scarce, it will not in My sprightly brethren, I propend to you
circumvention deliver a fly from a spider, without In resolution to keep Helen still;
drawing their massy irons, and cutting the web. For 't is a cause that hath no mean dependence After this, the vengeance on the whole camp! or Upon our joint and several dignities.
rather, the bone-ache! for that, methinks, is the Tro. Why, there you touched the life of our curse dependent on those that war for a placket. design:
I have said my prayers; and devil, envy, say Were it not glory that we more affected
amen. What ho! my lord Achilles ! Than the performance of our heaving spleens, I would not wish a drop of Trojan blood
Enter PATROCLUS. Spent more in her defense. But, worthy Hector, | Patr. Who's there? Thersites? Good TherShe is a theme of honor and renown;
sites, come in and rail.
Ther. If I could have remembered a gilt coun- Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, NESTOR, AJAX, terfeit, thou wouldst not have slipped out of my
and DIOMEDES. contemplation : but it is no matter; thyself upon thyself! The common curse of mankind, folly Achil. Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody: and ignorance, be thine in great revenue ! heaven Come in with me, Thersites.
[Excit. bless thee from a tutor, and discipline come not Ther. Here is such patchery, such juggling, near thee ! Let thy blood be thy direction till thy and such knavery! all the argument is, a cuckold death! then if she that lays thee out, says thou and a whore: a good quarrel to draw emulous art a fair corse, I'll be sworn and sworn upon factions, and to bleed to death upon! Now the 't, she never shrouded any but lazars. Amen. dry serpigo on the subject ! and war and lechery Where's Achilles ?
[Exit. Putr. What, art thou devout! Wast thou in Agam. Where is Achilles ? prayer?
Patr. Within his tent; but ill disposed, my Ther. Ay; the heavens hear me !
Agam. Let it be known to him that we are here. Enter ACHILLES.
He shent our messengers; and we lay by Achil. Who's there?
Our appertainments, visiting of him : Patr. Thersites, my lord.
Let him be told so; lest perchance he think Achil. Where, where ? — Art thou come! Why, We dare not move the question of our place, my cheese, my digestion, why hast thou not served or know not what we are. thyself into my table so many meals ? Come; Patr. I shall say so to him.
[Exit. what's Agamemnon?
Ulys. We saw him at the opening of his tent; Ther. Thy commander, Achilles : then tell me, he is not sick. Patroclus, what's Achilles ?
Ajax. Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart: you Patr. Thy lord, Thersites: then tell me I pray may call it melancholy, if you will favor the man; thee, what's thyself ?
but, by my head, 't is pride : but why, why? let Ther. Thy knower, Patroclus : then tell me, him shew us a cause. — A word, my lord. Patroclus, what art thou ?
[Takes AGAMEMNON aside. Patr. Thou mayst tell, that know'st.
Nes. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him? Achil. O, tell, tell !
Ulys. Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him. Ther. I'll decline the whole question. Aga Nes. Who? Thersites? memnon commands Achilles; Achilles is my lord; Ulys. He. I am Patroclus' knower; and Patroclus is a fool. Nes. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have Patr. You rascal!
lost his argument. Ther. Peace, fool; I have not done.
Ulys. No; you see he is his argument, that Achil. He is a privileged man. — Proceed, has his argument;. Achilles. Thersites.
Nes. All the better; their fraction is more our Ther. Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a wish than their faction: But it was a strong fool; Thersites is a fool; and, as aforesaid, Pa- composure a fool could disunite! troclus is a fool.
Ulys. The amity that wisdom knits not, folly Achil. Deriye this; come.
may easily untie. Here comes Patroclus. Ther. Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command Achilles ; Achilles is a fool to be com
Re-enter PATROCLUS. manded of Agamemnon; Thersites is a fool to serve such a fool; and Patroclus is a fool positive. Nes. No Achilles with him. Patr. Why am I a fool ?
Ulys. The elephant hath joints, but none for Ther. Make that demand of the prover: it courtesy; his legs are legs for necessity, not for suffices me, thou art. Look you, who comes here ? | flexure.
Patr. Achilles bids me say — he is much sorry, valiant, as wise, no less noble, much more gentle, If anything more than your sport and pleasure and altogether more tractable. Did move your greatness, and this noble state, Ajax. Why should a man be proud ? How To call upon him; he hopes it is no other, doth pride grow? I know not what pride is. But for your health and your digestion sake, Agam. Your mind's the clearer, Ajax, and An after-dinner's breath.
your virtues the fairer. He that is proud eats up Agam. Hear you, Patroclus;
himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, We are too well acquainted with these answers : his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but But his evasion, winged thus swift with scorn, in the deed, devours the deed in the praise. Cannot outfly our apprehensions.
Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the enMuch attribute he hath; and much the reason gendering of toads. Why we ascribe it to him : yet all his virtues Nes. And yet he loves himself: is it not (Not virtuously on his own part beheld)
[Aside. Do, in our eyes, begin to lose their gloss; Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish,
Re-enter ULYSSES. Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell him,
Ulys. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. We come to speak with him: and you shall not Agam. What's his excuse ? sin
Ulys. He doth rely on none; If you do say — we think him over-proud, But carries on the stream of his dispose, And under-honest; in self-assumption greater Without observance or respect of any: Than in the note of judgment; and worthier than In will peculiar and in self-admission. himself
Agam. Why will he not, upon our fair request, Here tend the savage strangeness he puts on; Untent his person, and share the air with us? Disguise the holy strength of their command, Ulys. Things small as nothing, for requests And underwrite in an observing kind
sake only, His humorous predominance; yea, watch He makes important. Possessed he is with greatHis pettish lunes, his ebbs, his flows, as if
ness; The passage and whole carriage of this action And speaks not to himself, but with a pride Rode on his tide. Go, tell him this; and add, That quarrels at self-breath : imagined worth That if he overhold his price so much,
Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse, We'll none of him; but let him, like an engine That, 'twixt his mental and his active parts, Not portable, lie under this report
Kingdomed Achilles in commotion rages, Bring action hither; this cannot go to war: And batters down himself. What should I say? A stirring dwarf we do allowance give
He is so plaguy proud, that the death-tokens of it Before a sleeping giant. Tell him so.
Cry “No recovery!”
[Exit. Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent: Agam. In second voice we'll not be satisfied ; 'T is said, he holds you well; and will be led, We come to speak with him. — Ulysses, enter you. At your request, a little from himself.
Ulys. 0, Agamemnon, let it not be so ! Ajax. What is he more than another ? We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes Agam. No more than what he thinks he is. When they go from Achilles. Shall the proud Ajax. Is he so much ? Do you not think, he
lord thinks himself a better man than I am ?
That bastes his arrogance with his own seam, Agam. No question.
And never suffers matter of the world Ajax. Will you subscribe his thought, and say Enter his thoughts — save such as do revolve - he is?
And ruminate himself;— shall he be worshiped Agam. No, noble Ajax; you are as strong, as of that we hold an idol more than he ?