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Troylus and Cressida.

Here comes Patroclus.

Nes.

No Achilles with him?

Vlis. The Elephant hath joynts, but none for curtesie: His legge are legs for necessitie, not for flight. Patro.
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Achilles bids me say he is much sorry: If any thing more then your sport and pleasure, Did moue your greatnesse, and this noble State, To call vpon him; he hopes is no other, But for your health, and your digestion sake;
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An after Dinners breath.
Aga. Heare you Patroclus: We are too well acquainted with these answers: But his euasion winged thus twist with scorne, Cannot outflye our apprehensions.
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Much attribute he hath, and much the reason, Why we ascribe it to him, yet all his vertues, Not vertuously of his owne part beheld, Doe in our eyes, begin to loose their glosse; Yea, and like faire Fruit in an vnholdsome dish,
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Are like to rot vntasted: goe and tell him, We came to speake with him; and you shall not sinne, If you doe say, we thinke him ouer proud, And vnder honest; in selfe‑assumption greater Then in the note of iudgement: & worthier then himselfe
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Here tends the sauage strangenesse he puts on, Disguise the holy strength of their command: And vnder write in an obseruing kinde His humorous predominance, yea watch His pettish lines, his ebs, his flowes, as if
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The passage and whole carriage of this action Rode on his tyde. Goe tell him this, and adde, That if he ouerhold his price so much, Weele none of him; but let him, like an Engin Not portable, lye vnder this report.
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Bring action hither, this cannot goe to warre: A stirring Dwarfe, we doe allowance giue, Before a sleeping Gyant: tell him so.
Pat. I shall, and bring his answere presently. Aga. In second voyce weele not be satisfied,
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We come to speake with him, Vlisses enter you.
Exit Vlisses. Aiax.

What is he more then another?

Aga.

No more then what he thinkes he is.

Aia.

Is he so much, doe you not thinke, he thinkes

himselfe a better man then I am?

Ag.
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No question.

Aiax. Will you subscribe his thought, and say he is? Ag.

No, Noble Aiax, you are as strong, as valiant, as

wise, no lesse noble, much more gentle, and altogether

more tractable.

Aiax.
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Why should a man be proud? How doth pride

grow? I know not what it is.

Aga.

Your minde is the cleerer Aiax, and your vertues

the fairer; he that is proud, eates vp himselfe; Pride is his

owne Glasse, his owne trumpet, his owne Chronicle, and

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what euer praises it selfe but in the deed, deuoures the

deede in the praise.

Enter Vlysses. Aiax.

I do hate proud man, as I hate the ingendring

of Toades.

Nest.

Yet he loues himself: is't not strange?

Vlis.
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Achilles will not to the field to morrow.

Ag.

What's his excuse ?

Vlis. He doth relye on none, But carries on the streame of his dispose, Without obseruance or respect of any,

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In will peculiar, and in selfe admission.
Aga. Why, will he not vpon our Faire request, Vntent this person, and share the ayre with vs? Vlis. Things small as nothing, fore requests sake onely He makes important; possest he is with greatnesse,
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And speakes not to himselfe, but with a pride That quarrels at selfe‑breath. Imagin'd wroth Holds in his bloud such swolne and hot discourse, That twixt his mentall and his actiue parts, Kingdome'd Achilles in commotion rages,
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And batters gainst it selfe; what should I say? He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it, Cry no recouery.
Ag. Let Aiax goe to him, Deare Lord, goe you and greete him in his Tent;
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'Tis said he holds you well, and will be led At your request a little from himselfe.
Vlis. O Agamemnon, let it not be so. Weele consecrate the steps that Aiax makes. When they goe from Achilles; shall the proud Lord,
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That bastes his arrogance with his owne seame, And neuer suffers matter of the world, Enter his thoughts: saue such as doe reuolue And ruminate himselfe. Shall he be worshipt, Of that we hold an Idoll, more then hee?
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No, this thrice worthy and right valiant Lord, Must not so staule his Palme, nobly acquir'd, Nor by my will assubiugate his merit, As amply titled as Achilles is: by going to Achilles, That were to enlard his fat already, pride,
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And adde more Coles to Cancer, when he burnes With entertaining great Hiperion. This L. Lord goe to him? Iupiter forbid, And say in thunder, Achilles goe to him.
Nest. O this is well, he rubs the veine of him. Dio.
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And how his silence drinkes vp this applause.
Aia. If I goe to him, with my armed fist, Ile pash him ore the face. Ag.

O no, you shall not goe.

Aia.

And a be proud with me, Ile phese his pride: let

me goe to him.

Vlis.
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Not for the worth that hangs vpon our quarrel.
Aia.

A paultry insolent fellow.

Nest.

How he describes himselfe.

Aia.

Can he not be sociable?

Vlis.

The Rauen chides blacknesse.

Ain Aia .
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Ile let his humours bloud.

Ag. He will be the Physitian that should be the pa­ tient. Aia.

And all men were a my minde,

Vlis.

Wit would be out of fashion.

Aia.

A should not beare it so, a should eate Swords

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first: shall pride carry it ?

Nest.

And 'twould, you'ld carry halfe.

Vlis.

A would haue ten shares.

Aia.

I will knede him, He make him supple, hee's not

yet through warme.

Nest.
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Force him with praises, poure in, poure in: his am­

bition is dry.

Vlis. My L. Lord you seede too much on this dislike. Nest.

Our noble Generall, doe not doe so.

Diom. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Vlis.
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Why, 'tis this naming of him doth him harme, Here is a man, but 'tis before his face, I will be silent.
Nest. Wherefore should you so? He

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[Act 2, Scene 3] Enter Thersites solus.

How now Thersites? what lost in the Labyrinth of thy

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furie? shall the Elephant Aiax carry it thus? he beates

me, and I raile at him: O worthy satisfaction, would it

were otherwise: that I could beate him, whil'st he rail'd

at me: Sfoote, Ile learne to coniure and raise Diuels, but

Ile see some issue of my spitefull execrations. Then ther's

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Achilles, a rare Enginer. If Troy be not taken till these two

vndermine it, the wals will stand till they fall of them­

selues. O thou great thunder‑darter of Olympus, forget

that thou art Ioue the King of gods; and Mercury, loose

all the Serpentine craft of thy Caduceus, if thou take not

[1190]

that little little lesse then little wit from them that they

haue, which short‑arm'd ignorance it selfe knowes, is so

abundant scarse, it will not in circumuention deliuer a

Flye from a Spider, without drawing the massie Irons and

cutting the web: after this, the vengeance on the whole

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Camp, or rather the bone‑ach, for that me thinkes is the

curse dependant on those that warre for a placket. I haue

said my prayers and diuell, enuie, say Amen: What ho?

my Lord Achilles?

Enter Patroclus. Patr.

Who's there? Thersites. Good Thersites come

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in and raile.

Ther.

If I could haue remembred a guilt counterfeit,

Thou would'st not haue slipt out of my contemplation,

but it is no matter, thy selfe vpon thy selfe, The common

curse of mankind?, follie and ignorance be thine in great

[1205]

reuenew; heauen blesse thee from a Tutor, and Discipline

come not neere thee. Let thy bloud be thy direction till

thy death, then if (he that laies thee out sayes thou art a

faire coarse, Ile be sworne and sworne vpon't she neuer

shrowded any but Lazars, Amen. Wher's Achilles?

Patr.
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What art thou deuout? wast thou in a prayer?
Ther. I, the heauens heare me. Enter Achilles. Achil.

Who's there?

Patr.

Thersites, my Lord.

Achil.

Where, where, art thou come? why my cheese,

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my digestion, Why hast thou not seru'd thy selfe into my

Table, so many meales? Come, what's Agamemnon?

Ther.

Thy Commander Achilles, then tell me Patro­ clus , what's Achilles?

Patr.

Thy Lord Thersites: then tell me I pray thee,

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what's thy selfe?

Ther.

Thy knower Patroclus: then tell me Patroclus,

what art thou?

Patr. Thou maist tell that know'st. Achil. O tell, tell. Ther.
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Ile declin the whole question: Agamemnon com­

mands Achilles, Achilles is my Lord, I am Patroclus know­

er, and Patroclus is a foole.

Patro. You rascall. Ter. Peace foole, I haue not done. Achil.
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He is a priuiledg'd man, proceede Thersites.
Ther.

Agamemnon is a foole, Achilles is a foole, Ther­ sites is a foole, and as aforesaid, Patroclus is a foole.

Achil. Deriue this? come? Ther.

Agamemnon is a foole to offer to command chilles, Achilles is a foole to be commanded of Agamemon,

Thersites is a foole to serue such a foole: and Patroclus is a

foole positiue.

Patr. Why am I a foole? Enter Agamemnon, Vlisses. Nestor, Diomedes, Aiax, and Chalcas. Ther.

Make that demand to the Creator it suffises me

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thou art. Looke you, who comes here?

Achil.

Patroclus, Ile speake with no body: come in

with me Thersites.

Exit. Ther.

Here is such patcherie, such iugling, and such

knauerie: all the argument is a Cuckold and a Whore, a

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good quarrel to draw emulation factions, and bleede to

death vpon: Now the dry Suppeago on the Subiect, and

Warre and Lecherie confound all.

Agam. Where is Achilles? Patr. Within his Tent, but ill dispos'd my Lord. Agam.
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Let it be knowne to him that we are here: He sent our Messengers, and we lay by Our appertainments visiting of him: Let him be told of, so perchance he thinke We dare not moue the question of our place,
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Or know not what we are.
Pat.

I shall so say to him.

Vlis. We saw him at the opening of his Tent, He is not sicke. Aia.

Yes, Lyon sicke, sicke of proud heart; you may

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call it Melancholly if will fauour the man, but by my

head, it is pride; but why, why, let him show vs the cause?

A word my Lord.

Nes.

What moues thus to bay at him?

Vlis. Achillis hath inueigled his Foole from him. Nes.
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Who, Thersites?

Vlis.

He.

Nes.

Then will Aiax lacke matter, if he haue lost his

Argument.

Vlis.

No, you see he is his argument that has his argu­

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ment Achilles.

Nes.

All the better, their fraction is more our wish

then their faction; but it was a strong counsell that a

Foole could disunite.

Vlis.

The amitie that wisedome knits, not folly may

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easily vntie.

Enter Patroclus.

Here comes Patroclus.

Nes.

No Achilles with him?

Vlis. The Elephant hath joynts, but none for curtesie: His legge are legs for necessitie, not for flight. Patro.
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Achilles bids me say he is much sorry: If any thing more then your sport and pleasure, Did moue your greatnesse, and this noble State, To call vpon him; he hopes is no other, But for your health, and your digestion sake;
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An after Dinners breath.
Aga. Heare you Patroclus: We are too well acquainted with these answers: But his euasion winged thus twist with scorne, Cannot outflye our apprehensions.
[1290]
Much attribute he hath, and much the reason, Why we ascribe it to him, yet all his vertues, Not vertuously of his owne part beheld, Doe in our eyes, begin to loose their glosse; Yea, and like faire Fruit in an vnholdsome dish,
[1295]
Are like to rot vntasted: goe and tell him, We came to speake with him; and you shall not sinne, If you doe say, we thinke him ouer proud, And vnder honest; in selfe‑assumption greater Then in the note of iudgement: & worthier then himselfe
[1300]
Here tends the sauage strangenesse he puts on, Disguise the holy strength of their command: And vnder write in an obseruing kinde His humorous predominance, yea watch His pettish lines, his ebs, his flowes, as if
[1305]
The passage and whole carriage of this action Rode on his tyde. Goe tell him this, and adde, That if he ouerhold his price so much, Weele none of him; but let him, like an Engin Not portable, lye vnder this report.
[1310]
Bring action hither, this cannot goe to warre: A stirring Dwarfe, we doe allowance giue, Before a sleeping Gyant: tell him so.
Pat. I shall, and bring his answere presently. Aga. In second voyce weele not be satisfied,
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We come to speake with him, Vlisses enter you.
Exit Vlisses. Aiax.

What is he more then another?

Aga.

No more then what he thinkes he is.

Aia.

Is he so much, doe you not thinke, he thinkes

himselfe a better man then I am?

Ag.
[1320]

No question.

Aiax. Will you subscribe his thought, and say he is? Ag.

No, Noble Aiax, you are as strong, as valiant, as

wise, no lesse noble, much more gentle, and altogether

more tractable.

Aiax.
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Why should a man be proud? How doth pride

grow? I know not what it is.

Aga.

Your minde is the cleerer Aiax, and your vertues

the fairer; he that is proud, eates vp himselfe; Pride is his

owne Glasse, his owne trumpet, his owne Chronicle, and

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what euer praises it selfe but in the deed, deuoures the

deede in the praise.

Enter Vlysses. Aiax.

I do hate proud man, as I hate the ingendring

of Toades.

Nest.

Yet he loues himself: is't not strange?

Vlis.
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Achilles will not to the field to morrow.

Ag.

What's his excuse ?

Vlis. He doth relye on none, But carries on the streame of his dispose, Without obseruance or respect of any,
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In will peculiar, and in selfe admission.
Aga. Why, will he not vpon our Faire request, Vntent this person, and share the ayre with vs? Vlis. Things small as nothing, fore requests sake onely He makes important; possest he is with greatnesse,
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And speakes not to himselfe, but with a pride That quarrels at selfe‑breath. Imagin'd wroth Holds in his bloud such swolne and hot discourse, That twixt his mentall and his actiue parts, Kingdome'd Achilles in commotion rages,
[1350]
And batters gainst it selfe; what should I say? He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it, Cry no recouery.
Ag. Let Aiax goe to him, Deare Lord, goe you and greete him in his Tent;
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'Tis said he holds you well, and will be led At your request a little from himselfe.
Vlis. O Agamemnon, let it not be so. Weele consecrate the steps that Aiax makes. When they goe from Achilles; shall the proud Lord,
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That bastes his arrogance with his owne seame, And neuer suffers matter of the world, Enter his thoughts: saue such as doe reuolue And ruminate himselfe. Shall he be worshipt, Of that we hold an Idoll, more then hee?
[1365]
No, this thrice worthy and right valiant Lord, Must not so staule his Palme, nobly acquir'd, Nor by my will assubiugate his merit, As amply titled as Achilles is: by going to Achilles, That were to enlard his fat already, pride,
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And adde more Coles to Cancer, when he burnes With entertaining great Hiperion. This L. Lord goe to him? Iupiter forbid, And say in thunder, Achilles goe to him.
Nest. O this is well, he rubs the veine of him. Dio.
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And how his silence drinkes vp this applause.
Aia. If I goe to him, with my armed fist, Ile pash him ore the face. Ag.

O no, you shall not goe.

Aia.

And a be proud with me, Ile phese his pride: let

me goe to him.

Vlis.
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Not for the worth that hangs vpon our quarrel.
Aia.

A paultry insolent fellow.

Nest.

How he describes himselfe.

Aia.

Can he not be sociable?

Vlis.

The Rauen chides blacknesse.

Ain Aia .
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Ile let his humours bloud.

Ag. He will be the Physitian that should be the pa­ tient. Aia.

And all men were a my minde,

Vlis.

Wit would be out of fashion.

Aia.

A should not beare it so, a should eate Swords

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first: shall pride carry it ?

Nest.

And 'twould, you'ld carry halfe.

Vlis.

A would haue ten shares.

Aia.

I will knede him, He make him supple, hee's not

yet through warme.

Nest.
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Force him with praises, poure in, poure in: his am­

bition is dry.

Vlis. My L. Lord you seede too much on this dislike. Nest.

Our noble Generall, doe not doe so.

Diom. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Vlis.
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Why, 'tis this naming of him doth him harme, Here is a man, but 'tis before his face, I will be silent.
Nest. Wherefore should you so? He is not emulous, as Achilles is. Vlis.
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'Know the whole world, he is as valiant.
Aia.

A horson dog, that dial palter thus with vs, would he were a Troian.

Nest.

What a vice were it in Aiax now⸺

Ulis.

If he were proud.

Dio.

Or couetous of praise.

Vlis.
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I, or surley borne.

Dio.

Or strange, or selfe affected.

Vl. Thank the heauens L. Lord thou art of sweet composure; Praise him that got thee, she that gaue thee sucke: Fame be thy Tutor, and thy part of nature
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Thrice fam'd beyond, beyond all erudition; But he that disciplin'd thy armes to fight, Let Mars deuide Eternity in twaine, And giue him halfe. and for thy vigour, Bull‑bearing Milo: his addition yeelde
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To sinnowie Aiax: I will not praise thy wisdome, Which like a bourne, a pale, a shore confines Thy spacious and dilated parts; here's Nestor Instructed by the Antiquary times: He must, he is, he cannot but be wise.
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But pardon Father Nestor, were your days As greene as Aiax, and your braine so temper'd, You should not haue the eminence of him, But be as Aiax.
Aia.

Shall I call you Father?

Ulis.
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I my good Sonne.

Dio.

Be rul'd by him Lord Aiax.

Vlis. There is no tarrying here, the Hart Achilles Keepes thicket: please it our Generall, To call together all his state of warre,
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Fresh Kings are come to Troy; to morrow We must with all our maine of power stand fast: And here's a Lord, come Knights from East to West, And cull their flowre, Aiax shall cope the best.
Ag. Goe we to Counsaile, let Achilles sleepe;
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Light Botes may saile swift, though greater bulkes draw deepe.
Exeunt. Musicke sounds within.
 

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   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Patr.</speaker>
      <l n="1210">What art thou deuout? wast thou in a prayer?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-the">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ther.</speaker>
      <l n="1211">I, the heauens heare me.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Achilles.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tro-ach">
      <speaker rend="italic">Achil.</speaker>
      <p n="1212">Who's there?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Patr.</speaker>
      <p n="1213">
         <hi rend="italic">Thersites</hi>, my Lord.</p>
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   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-tro-ach">
      <speaker rend="italic">Achil.</speaker>
      <p n="1214">Where, where, art thou come? why my cheese,
      <lb n="1215"/>my digestion, Why hast thou not seru'd thy selfe into my
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   <sp who="#F-tro-the">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ther.</speaker>
      <p n="1217">Thy Commander<hi rend="italic">Achilles</hi>, then tell me<hi rend="italic">Patro­
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      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Patr.</speaker>
      <p n="1219">Thy Lord<hi rend="italic">Thersites:</hi>then tell me I pray thee,
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      <p n="1221">Thy knower<hi rend="italic">Patroclus</hi>: then tell me<hi rend="italic">Patroclus</hi>,
      <lb n="1222"/>what art thou?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Patr.</speaker>
      <l n="1223">Thou maist tell that know'st.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-tro-ach">
      <speaker rend="italic">Achil.</speaker>
      <l n="1224">O tell, tell.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-the">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ther.</speaker>
      <p n="1225">Ile declin the whole question:<hi rend="italic">Agamemnon</hi>com­
      <lb n="1226"/>mands<hi rend="italic">Achilles, Achilles</hi>is my Lord, I am<hi rend="italic">Patroclus</hi>know­
      <lb n="1227"/>er, and<hi rend="italic">Patroclus</hi>is a foole.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Patro.</speaker>
      <l n="1228">You rascall.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-the">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ter.</speaker>
      <l n="1229">Peace foole, I haue not done.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-ach">
      <speaker rend="italic">Achil.</speaker>
      <l n="1230">He is a priuiledg'd man, proceede<hi rend="italic">Thersites</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-the">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ther.</speaker>
      <p n="1231">
         <hi rend="italic">Agamemnon</hi>is a<hi rend="italic">foole, Achilles</hi>is a foole,<hi rend="italic">Ther­
      <lb n="1232"/>sites</hi>is a foole, and as aforesaid,<hi rend="italic">Patroclus</hi>is a foole.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-ach">
      <speaker rend="italic">Achil.</speaker>
      <l n="1233">Deriue this? come?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-the">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ther.</speaker>
      <p n="1234">
         <hi rend="italic">Agamemnon</hi>is a foole to offer to command<hi rend="italic">A­
      <lb n="1235"/>chilles, Achilles</hi>is a foole to be commanded of<hi rend="italic">Agamemon</hi>,
      <lb n="1236"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Thersites</hi>is a foole to serue such a foole: and<hi rend="italic">Patroclus</hi>is a
      <lb n="1237"/>foole positiue.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Patr.</speaker>
      <l n="1238">Why am I a foole?</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Agamemnon, Vlisses. Nestor, Diomedes,
      <lb/>Aiax, and Chalcas.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tro-the">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ther.</speaker>
      <p n="1239">Make that demand to the Creator it suffises me
      <lb n="1240"/>thou art. Looke you, who comes here?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-ach">
      <speaker rend="italic">Achil.</speaker>
      <p n="1241">
         <hi rend="italic">Patroclus</hi>, Ile speake with no body: come in
      <lb n="1242"/>with me<hi rend="italic">Thersites</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tro-the">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ther.</speaker>
      <p n="1243">Here is such patcherie, such iugling, and such
      <lb n="1244"/>knauerie: all the argument is a Cuckold and a Whore, a
      <lb n="1245"/>good quarrel to draw emulation factions, and bleede to
      <lb n="1246"/>death vpon: Now the dry Suppeago on the Subiect, and
      <lb n="1247"/>Warre and Lecherie confound all.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aga">
      <speaker rend="italic">Agam.</speaker>
      <l n="1248">Where is<hi rend="italic">Achilles?</hi>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Patr.</speaker>
      <l n="1249">Within his Tent, but ill dispos'd my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aga">
      <speaker rend="italic">Agam.</speaker>
      <l n="1250">Let it be knowne to him that we are here:</l>
      <l n="1251">He sent our Messengers, and we lay by</l>
      <l n="1252">Our appertainments visiting of him:</l>
      <l n="1253">Let him be told of, so perchance he thinke</l>
      <l n="1254">We dare not moue the question of our place,</l>
      <l n="1255">Or know not what we are.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pat.</speaker>
      <p n="1256">I shall so say to him.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vlis.</speaker>
      <l n="1257">We saw him at the opening of his Tent,</l>
      <l n="1258">He is not sicke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aia.</speaker>
      <p n="1259">Yes, Lyon sicke, sicke of proud heart; you may
      <lb n="1260"/>call it Melancholly if will fauour the man, but by my
      <lb n="1261"/>head, it is pride; but why, why, let him show vs the cause?
      <lb n="1262"/>A word my Lord.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-nes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nes.</speaker>
      <p n="1263">What moues thus to bay at him?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vlis.</speaker>
      <l n="1264">
         <hi rend="italic">Achillis</hi>hath inueigled his Foole from him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-nes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nes.</speaker>
      <p n="1265">
         <hi rend="italic">Who, Thersites?</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vlis.</speaker>
      <p n="1266">He.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-nes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nes.</speaker>
      <p n="1267">Then will<hi rend="italic">Aiax</hi>lacke matter, if he haue lost his
      <lb n="1268"/>Argument.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vlis.</speaker>
      <p n="1269">No, you see he is his argument that has his argu­
      <lb n="1270"/>ment<hi rend="italic">Achilles</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-nes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nes.</speaker>
      <p n="1271">All the better, their fraction is more our wish
      <lb n="1272"/>then their faction; but it was a strong counsell that a
      <lb n="1273"/>Foole could disunite.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vlis.</speaker>
      <p n="1274">The amitie that wisedome knits, not folly may
      <lb n="1275"/>easily vntie.</p>
      <stage rend="italic inline" type="entrance">Enter Patroclus.</stage>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0600-0.jpg"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <p n="1276">Here comes Patroclus.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-nes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nes.</speaker>
      <p n="1277">No<hi rend="italic">Achilles</hi>with him?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vlis.</speaker>
      <l n="1278">The Elephant hath joynts, but none for curtesie:</l>
      <l n="1279">His legge are legs for necessitie, not for flight.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Patro.</speaker>
      <l n="1280">
         <hi rend="italic">Achilles</hi>bids me say he is much sorry:</l>
      <l n="1281">If any thing more then your sport and pleasure,</l>
      <l n="1282">Did moue your greatnesse, and this noble State,</l>
      <l n="1283">To call vpon him; he hopes is no other,</l>
      <l n="1284">But for your health, and your digestion sake;</l>
      <l n="1285">An after Dinners breath.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aga">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aga.</speaker>
      <l n="1286">Heare you<hi rend="italic">Patroclus</hi>:</l>
      <l n="1287">We are too well acquainted with these answers:</l>
      <l n="1288">But his euasion winged thus twist with scorne,</l>
      <l n="1289">Cannot outflye our apprehensions.</l>
      <l n="1290">Much attribute he hath, and much the reason,</l>
      <l n="1291">Why we ascribe it to him, yet all his vertues,</l>
      <l n="1292">Not vertuously of his owne part beheld,</l>
      <l n="1293">Doe in our eyes, begin to loose their glosse;</l>
      <l n="1294">Yea, and like faire Fruit in an vnholdsome dish,</l>
      <l n="1295">Are like to rot vntasted: goe and tell him,</l>
      <l n="1296">We came to speake with him; and you shall not sinne,</l>
      <l n="1297">If you doe say, we thinke him ouer proud,</l>
      <l n="1298">And vnder honest; in selfe‑assumption greater</l>
      <l n="1299">Then in the note of iudgement: &amp; worthier then himselfe</l>
      <l n="1300">Here tends the sauage strangenesse he puts on,</l>
      <l n="1301">Disguise the holy strength of their command:</l>
      <l n="1302">And vnder write in an obseruing kinde</l>
      <l n="1303">His humorous predominance, yea watch</l>
      <l n="1304">His pettish lines, his ebs, his flowes, as if</l>
      <l n="1305">The passage and whole carriage of this action</l>
      <l n="1306">Rode on his tyde. Goe tell him this, and adde,</l>
      <l n="1307">That if he ouerhold his price so much,</l>
      <l n="1308">Weele none of him; but let him, like an Engin</l>
      <l n="1309">Not portable, lye vnder this report.</l>
      <l n="1310">Bring action hither, this cannot goe to warre:</l>
      <l n="1311">A stirring Dwarfe, we doe allowance giue,</l>
      <l n="1312">Before a sleeping Gyant: tell him so.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pat.</speaker>
      <l n="1313">I shall, and bring his answere presently.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aga">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aga.</speaker>
      <l n="1314">In second voyce weele not be satisfied,</l>
      <l n="1315">We come to speake with him,<hi rend="italic">Vlisses</hi>enter you.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Vlisses.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aiax.</speaker>
      <p n="1316">What is he more then another?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aga">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aga.</speaker>
      <p n="1317">No more then what he thinkes he is.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aia.</speaker>
      <p n="1318">Is he so much, doe you not thinke, he thinkes
      <lb n="1319"/>himselfe a better man then I am?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aga">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ag.</speaker>
      <p n="1320">No question.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aiax.</speaker>
      <l n="1321">Will you subscribe his thought, and say he is?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aga">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ag.</speaker>
      <p n="1322">No, Noble<hi rend="italic">Aiax</hi>, you are as strong, as valiant, as
      <lb n="1323"/>wise, no lesse noble, much more gentle, and altogether
      <lb n="1324"/>more tractable.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aiax.</speaker>
      <p n="1325">Why should a man be proud? How doth pride
      <lb n="1326"/>grow? I know not what it is.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aga">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aga.</speaker>
      <p n="1327">Your minde is the cleerer<hi rend="italic">Aiax</hi>, and your vertues
      <lb n="1328"/>the fairer; he that is proud, eates vp himselfe; Pride is his
      <lb n="1329"/>owne Glasse, his owne trumpet, his owne Chronicle, and
      <lb n="1330"/>what euer praises it selfe but in the deed, deuoures the
      <lb n="1331"/>deede in the praise.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Vlysses.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aiax.</speaker>
      <p n="1332">I do hate proud man, as I hate the ingendring
      <lb n="1333"/>of Toades.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-nes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nest.</speaker>
      <p n="1334">Yet he loues himself: is't not strange?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vlis.</speaker>
      <p n="1335">
         <hi rend="italic">Achilles</hi>will not to the field to morrow.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aga">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ag.</speaker>
      <p n="1336">What's his excuse<hi rend="italic">?</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vlis.</speaker>
      <l n="1337">He doth relye on none,</l>
      <l n="1338">But carries on the streame of his dispose,</l>
      <l n="1339">Without obseruance or respect of any,</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="1340">In will peculiar, and in selfe admission.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aga">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aga.</speaker>
      <l n="1341">Why, will he not vpon our Faire request,</l>
      <l n="1342">Vntent this person, and share the ayre with vs?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vlis.</speaker>
      <l n="1343">Things small as nothing, fore requests sake onely</l>
      <l n="1344">He makes important; possest he is with greatnesse,</l>
      <l n="1345">And speakes not to himselfe, but with a pride</l>
      <l n="1346">That quarrels at selfe‑breath. Imagin'd wroth</l>
      <l n="1347">Holds in his bloud such swolne and hot discourse,</l>
      <l n="1348">That twixt his mentall and his actiue parts,</l>
      <l n="1349">Kingdome'd<hi rend="italic">Achilles</hi>in commotion rages,</l>
      <l n="1350">And batters gainst it selfe; what should I say?</l>
      <l n="1351">He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it,</l>
      <l n="1352">Cry no recouery.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aga">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ag.</speaker>
      <l n="1353">Let<hi rend="italic">Aiax</hi>goe to him,</l>
      <l n="1354">Deare Lord, goe you and greete him in his Tent;</l>
      <l n="1355">'Tis said he holds you well, and will be led</l>
      <l n="1356">At your request a little from himselfe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vlis.</speaker>
      <l n="1357">O<hi rend="italic">Agamemnon</hi>, let it not be so.</l>
      <l n="1358">Weele consecrate the steps that<hi rend="italic">Aiax</hi>makes.</l>
      <l n="1359">When they goe from<hi rend="italic">Achilles</hi>; shall the proud Lord,</l>
      <l n="1360">That bastes his arrogance with his owne seame,</l>
      <l n="1361">And neuer suffers matter of the world,</l>
      <l n="1362">Enter his thoughts: saue such as doe reuolue</l>
      <l n="1363">And ruminate himselfe. Shall he be worshipt,</l>
      <l n="1364">Of that we hold an Idoll, more then hee?</l>
      <l n="1365">No, this thrice worthy and right valiant Lord,</l>
      <l n="1366">Must not so staule his Palme, nobly acquir'd,</l>
      <l n="1367">Nor by my will assubiugate his merit,</l>
      <l n="1368">As amply titled as<hi rend="italic">Achilles</hi>is: by going to<hi rend="italic">Achilles</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1369">That were to enlard his fat already, pride,</l>
      <l n="1370">And adde more Coles to Cancer, when he burnes</l>
      <l n="1371">With entertaining great<hi rend="italic">Hiperion</hi>.</l>
      <l n="1372">This<choice>
            <abbr>L.</abbr>
            <expan>Lord</expan>
         </choice>goe to him?<hi rend="italic">Iupiter</hi>forbid,</l>
      <l n="1373">And say in thunder,<hi rend="italic">Achilles</hi>goe to him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-nes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nest.</speaker>
      <l n="1374">O this is well, he rubs the veine of him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-dio">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dio.</speaker>
      <l n="1375">And how his silence drinkes vp this applause.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aia.</speaker>
      <l n="1376">If I goe to him, with my armed fist, Ile pash him
      <lb/>ore the face.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aga">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ag.</speaker>
      <p n="1377">O no, you shall not goe.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aia.</speaker>
      <p n="1378">And a be proud with me, Ile phese his pride: let
      <lb n="1379"/>me goe to him.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vlis.</speaker>
      <l n="1380">Not for the worth that hangs vpon our quarrel.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aia.</speaker>
      <p n="1381">A paultry insolent fellow.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-nes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nest.</speaker>
      <p n="1382">How he describes himselfe.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aia.</speaker>
      <p n="1383">Can he not be sociable?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vlis.</speaker>
      <p n="1384">The Rauen chides blacknesse.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">
         <choice>
            <orig>Ain</orig>
            <corr>Aia</corr>
         </choice>.</speaker>
      <p n="1385">Ile let his humours bloud.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aga">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ag.</speaker>
      <l n="1386">He will be the Physitian that should be the pa­
      <lb/>tient.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aia.</speaker>
      <p n="1387">And all men were a my minde,</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vlis.</speaker>
      <p n="1388">Wit would be out of fashion.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aia.</speaker>
      <p n="1389">A should not beare it so, a should eate Swords
      <lb n="1390"/>first: shall pride carry it<hi rend="italic">?</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-nes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nest.</speaker>
      <p n="1391">And 'twould, you'ld carry halfe.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vlis.</speaker>
      <p n="1392">A would haue ten shares.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aia.</speaker>
      <p n="1393">I will knede him, He make him supple, hee's not
      <lb n="1394"/>yet through warme.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-nes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nest.</speaker>
      <p n="1395">Force him with praises, poure in, poure in: his am­
      <lb n="1396"/>bition is dry.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vlis.</speaker>
      <l n="1397">My<choice>
            <abbr>L.</abbr>
            <expan>Lord</expan>
         </choice>you seede too much on this dislike.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-nes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nest.</speaker>
      <p n="1398">Our noble Generall, doe not doe so.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-dio">
      <speaker rend="italic">Diom.</speaker>
      <l n="1399">You must prepare to fight without<hi rend="italic">Achilles</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vlis.</speaker>
      <l n="1400">Why, 'tis this naming of him doth him harme,</l>
      <l n="1401">Here is a man, but 'tis before his face,</l>
      <l n="1402">I will be silent.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-nes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nest.</speaker>
      <l n="1403">Wherefore should you so?</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0601-0.jpg"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="1404">He is not emulous, as<hi rend="italic">Achilles</hi>is.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vlis.</speaker>
      <l n="1405">'Know the whole world, he is as valiant.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aia.</speaker>
      <p n="1406">A horson dog, that dial palter thus with vs, would he were a<hi rend="italic">Troian</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-nes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nest.</speaker>
      <p n="1407">What a vice were it in<hi rend="italic">Aiax</hi>now⸺</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ulis.</speaker>
      <p n="1408">If he were proud.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-dio">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dio.</speaker>
      <p n="1409">Or couetous of praise.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vlis.</speaker>
      <p n="1410">I, or surley borne.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-dio">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dio.</speaker>
      <p n="1411">Or strange, or selfe affected.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vl.</speaker>
      <l n="1412">Thank the heauens<choice>
            <abbr>L.</abbr>
            <expan>Lord</expan>
         </choice>thou art of sweet composure;</l>
      <l n="1413">Praise him that got thee, she that gaue thee sucke:</l>
      <l n="1414">Fame be thy Tutor, and thy part of nature</l>
      <l n="1415">Thrice fam'd beyond, beyond all erudition;</l>
      <l n="1416">But he that disciplin'd thy armes to fight,</l>
      <l n="1417">Let<hi rend="italic">Mars</hi>deuide Eternity in twaine,</l>
      <l n="1418">And giue him halfe. and for thy vigour,</l>
      <l n="1419">Bull‑bearing<hi rend="italic">Milo</hi>: his addition yeelde</l>
      <l n="1420">To sinnowie<hi rend="italic">Aiax</hi>: I will not praise thy wisdome,</l>
      <l n="1421">Which like a bourne, a pale, a shore confines</l>
      <l n="1422">Thy spacious and dilated parts; here's<hi rend="italic">Nestor</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1423">Instructed by the Antiquary times:</l>
      <l n="1424">He must, he is, he cannot but be wise.</l>
      <l n="1425">But pardon Father<hi rend="italic">Nestor</hi>, were your days</l>
      <l n="1426">As greene as<hi rend="italic">Aiax</hi>, and your braine so temper'd,</l>
      <l n="1427">You should not haue the eminence of him,</l>
      <l n="1428">But be as<hi rend="italic">Aiax</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aia">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aia.</speaker>
      <p n="1429">Shall I call you Father?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ulis.</speaker>
      <p n="1430">I my good Sonne.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-dio">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dio.</speaker>
      <p n="1431">Be rul'd by him Lord<hi rend="italic">Aiax</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-uly">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vlis.</speaker>
      <l n="1432">There is no tarrying here, the Hart<hi rend="italic">Achilles</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1433">Keepes thicket: please it our Generall,</l>
      <l n="1434">To call together all his state of warre,</l>
      <l n="1435">Fresh Kings are come to<hi rend="italic">Troy</hi>; to morrow</l>
      <l n="1436">We must with all our maine of power stand fast:</l>
      <l n="1437">And here's a Lord, come Knights from East to West,</l>
      <l n="1438">And cull their flowre,<hi rend="italic">Aiax</hi>shall cope the best.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-aga">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ag.</speaker>
      <l n="1439">Goe we to Counsaile, let<hi rend="italic">Achilles</hi>sleepe;</l>
      <l n="1440">Light Botes may saile swift, though greater bulkes draw
      <lb/>deepe.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="business">Musicke sounds within.</stage>
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