glafs, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praifes but itself in the deed, devours the deed in the praise. SCENE VIII. Enter Ulyffes. Ajax, I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendring of toads. Neft. Yet he loves himself: is't not strange? Ulyf. He doth rely on none; But carries on the ftream of his difpofe, Aga. Why will he not, upon our fair request, Aga. Let Ajax go to him, Dear Lord, go you and greet him in his tent; Ulyf. O, Agamemnon, let it not be fo. As amply titled as Achilles' is, By going to Achilles for that were And add more coals to Cancer, when he burns This Lord go to him? Jupiter forbid, Neft. O, this is well, he rubs the vein of him. I'll path him o'er the face. -with my armed fift Aga. O no, you fhall not go. Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheese his pride Ulyf. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel. Neft. How he defcribes himself! Aga. He'll be the physician, that should be the patient. Uly. Wit would be out of fashion. Ajax. He fhould not bear it fo, he should eat fwords firft: fhall pride carry it? Neft. An 'twould, you'd carry half. Ulyf. He would have ten hares. Ajax. I will knead him, I'll make him fupple, Neft. He's not yet through warm, force him with praises; pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. Ulyf. My Lord, you feed too much on this diflike. Neft. Our noble General, do not do fo. Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Ulyf. Why, 'tis this naming of him đôth him harm. Here is a man -but 'tis before his face I will be filent." Neft. Wherefore fhould you fo? He is not emulous, as Achilles is. Uly. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. Ajas. A whorfon dog! that palters thus with us Would he were a Trojan ! Neft. What a vice were it in Ajax now Ulf. If he were proud! Dio. Or covetous of praife! Ulyf. Ay, or furly-born! Dio. Or ftrange, or self-affected! Ulf. Thank the heav'ns, Lord, thou art of fweet com pofure; Praise him that got thee, her that gave thee fuck: And give him half! and for thy ftrength and vigor, To finewy Ajax! I'll not praise thy wisdom, He muft, he is, he cannot but be wife: Ajax. Shall I call you father? Ulyf. Ay, my good fon. Dio. Be rul'd by him, Lord Ajax. Ulyf. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles Keeps thicket; please it our great General To call together all his ftate of war; Fresh Kings are come to Troy; to-morrow, friends, Light boats fail fwift, though greater hulks draw deep. Q.4 [Exeunt. ACT ACT III. SCENE I. Enter Pandarus, and a Servant. [Mufick within.] RIEND! you! pray you, a word: do not you follow the young Lord Paris? Pan. F Ser. Ay, Sir, when he goes before me. Pan. You do depend upon him, I mean? Ser. Sir, I do depend upon the Lord. Pan. You depend upon a noble gentleman: I must needs praise him. Ser. The Lord be praised! Pan. You know me, do you not? Ser. 'Faith, Sir, fuperficially. Pan. Friend, know me better, I am the Lord Pandarus. Ser. I hope I fhall know your Honour better. Pan. I do defire it. Ser. Are you in the state of grace? Pan. Grace? not fo, friend: Honour and Lordship are What mufick is this? [my titles: Ser. I do but partly know, Sir; it is mufick in parts. Pan. Know you the musicians? Ser. Wholly, Sir. Pan. Who play they to? Ser. To the hearers, Sir. Pan. At whofe pleasure, friend? Ser. At mine, Sir, and theirs that love mufick. Pan. Command, I mean, friend. Ser. Who fhall I command, Sir? Pan. Friend, we understand not one another: I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning. At whofe request do thefe men play? Ser. That's to't indeed, Sir; marry, Sir, at the requeft of Paris my Lord, who's there in perfon; with him the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, love's vifible foul. Pan. Who? my coufin Cressida ? Ser. No, Sir, Helen; could you not find out that by her attributes ? Pan. It should feem, fellow, that thou haft not seen the Lady Lady Creffida. I come to speak with Paris from the Prince Troilus: I will make a complemental affault upon him, for my business feethes. Ser. Sodden bufinefs! there's a few'd phrafe indeed. Enter Paris and Helen, attended. Pan. Fait be to you, my Lord, and to all this fair com pany! fair defires in all fair measure fairly guide them; efpe tially to you, fair Queen, fair thoughts be your fair pillow! Helen, Dear Lord, you are full of fair words. Pan. You fpeak your fair pleasure, fweet Queen: fair Prince, here is good broken mufick. Par. You have broken it, coufin, and, by my life, you shall make it whole again; you fhall piece it out with a piece of your performance. Nell, he is full of harmony. Pan. Truly, Lady, no. Helen. O, Sir Pand. Rude, in footh; in good footh, very rude. Par. Well faid, my Lord; well, you fay fo in fits. Pan. I have bufinefs to my Lord, dear Queen ; my Lord, will you vouchsafe me a word ? Helen. Nay, this fhall not hedge us out, we'll hear you fing certainly. Pan. Well, fweet Queen, you are pleasant with me: but, marry thus, my Lord; my dear Lord and moft esteemed friend your brother Troilus-d Helen. My Lord Pandarus, honey-fweet Lord. Pan. Go to, fweet Queen, go toCommends himself most affectionately to you. Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody: if you do, our melancholy upon your head! Pan, Sweet Queen, fweet Queen, that's a sweet Queen, i'faith and to make a fweet Lady fad, is a fower offence. Helen. Nay, that shall not ferve your turn, that fhall it not in truth la. Nay, care not for fuch words, no, Pan. And, my Lord, he defires you, that if the King call for him at fupper, you will make his excufe. Helen, My Lord Pandarus Pan, |