Peace, drums!
Within
Achilles! Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles.

So, so, we draw together.

Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles;
And bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shame.
There is a thousand Hectors in the field:
Now here he fights on Galathe his horse,
And there lacks work; anon he's there afoot,
And there they fly or die, like scaled sculls
Before the ...

Ha!
By this white beard, I'ld fight with thee to-morrow.
Well, welcome, welcome! I have seen the time.

I would my arms could match thee in contention,
As they contend with thee in courtesy.

I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft
Labouring for destiny make cruel way
Through ranks of Greekish youth, and I have seen thee,
As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed,
Despising many forfeits and subduements,
When thou hast hung thy advanced sword i' the air,
Not letting it ...

Now, Ajax, hold thine own!

A woman of quick sense.

And very courtly counsel: I'll begin.
So much for Nestor.

Our general doth salute you with a kiss.

Nothing, my lord.

Would you, my lord, aught with the general?

Ay, my good son.

What a vice were it in Ajax now,--

Wherefore should you so?
He is not emulous, as Achilles is.

Our noble general, do not do so.

He's not yet through warm: force him with praises:
pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry.

An 'twould, you'ld carry half.

How he describes himself!

Aside to DIOMEDES O, this is well; he rubs the
vein of him.

Yet he loves himself: is't not strange?

No Achilles with him.

All the better; their fraction is more our wish than
their faction: but it was a strong composure a fool
could disunite.

Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have lost his argument.

Who, Thersites?

What moves Ajax thus to bay at him?

Ulysses,
Now I begin to relish thy advice;
And I will give a taste of it forthwith
To Agamemnon: go we to him straight.
Two curs shall tame each other: pride alone
Must tarre the mastiffs on, as 'twere their bone.

I see them not with my old eyes: what are they?

Yes, 'tis most meet: whom may you else oppose,
That can from Hector bring his honour off,
If not Achilles? Though't be a sportful combat,
Yet in the trial much opinion dwells;
For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repute
With their finest palate: and trust to me ...

The purpose is perspicuous even as substance,
Whose grossness little characters sum up:
And, in the publication, make no strain,
But that Achilles, were his brain as barren
As banks of Libya,--though, Apollo knows,
'Tis dry enough,--will, with great speed of judgment,
Ay, with celerity, find Hector's ...

Well, and how?

What is't?

What says Ulysses?

Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man
When Hector's grandsire suck'd: he is old now;
But if there be not in our Grecian host
One noble man that hath one spark of fire,
To answer for his love, tell him from me
I'll hide my ...

Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse
Makes many Thetis' sons.

And in the imitation of these twain--
Who, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns
With an imperial voice--many are infect.
Ajax is grown self-will'd, and bears his head
In such a rein, in full as proud a place
As broad Achilles; keeps his tent like him;
Makes factious feasts; rails ...

Most wisely hath Ulysses here discover'd
The fever whereof all our power is sick.

With due observance of thy godlike seat,
Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply
Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance
Lies the true proof of men: the sea being smooth,
How many shallow bauble boats dare sail
Upon her patient breast, making their way
With those of nobler bulk!
But ...