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UJys. A strange sellow here
Writes me-, that Man, how dearly ever parted, *
How much in Having, or without, or in,
Cannot make boast to have that which he hath,
Nor seels not what he owes, but by reflection;
As when his virtues shining upon others
Heat them, and they retort that heat again
To the 6rst giver.

Achii. This is not strange, Ulyjses,
The beauty that is born here in the face
The bearer knows not,4'but it commendsN it self
To others eyes: nor doth the eye it self
(That most pure spirit of sense) behold it self
Not going from itself, but eyes oppos'd
Salute each other with each others form.
For speculation turns not to it self,
'Till it hath travcll'd, and is marry'd there
Where k may see it self i this is not strange.

Ulys. I do not strain at the pofition,
It is familiar; but the author's drift;
Who in his circumstance exprefly proves
That no man is.the lord of any thing,
(Tho' in and of him there is much consisting)
'Till he communicate his parts to others:
Nor doth he of himself know them for ought,
Till he behold them form'd in th' applause
Where they're extended; which like an arch reverb'rates
The voice again, or like a gate of steel
Fronting the sun, receives and renders back
His figure and his heat. I was much 7'rapt
In this I read, andN apprehended here
Immediately the unknown Ajax: heavens!
What a man's there? a very horse, that has
He knows not what: 8'in nature what things they areN
Most abject in regard, and dear in use!
What things again most dear in the esteem,


(a) Tbat is, how valuable soever his parts are.
6 but commends 7 wrapt in this, and
I Nature! what Things there are »
And poor in worth! now shall we see to-morrow,
An act that very chance doth throw upon him,
sfjax renown'd! O heav'ns, what some men do,
While some men leave to do!
How some men 9'sleep^ in skittisti fortune's haU,
While others play the idiots in her eyes:
How one man eats into another's pride,
While pride is seasting in his wantonness!
To see these Grecian Lords! why, ev'n already
They clap the lubber Ajax on the moulder,
As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast,
And great "Troy shrinking.

Acini. This I do believe:
They pafs'd by me, as misers do by beggars,
Neither gave to me good word, nor good look:
What, are my deeds forgot?

Ulys. Time hath, my Lord, a wallet at his back,
Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,
A great-siz'd monster of ingratitude.
Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devour'd
As fast as they are made, forgot as soon
As done: perseverance keeps honour bright:
To have done, is to hang quite out of fashion,
Like rusty Mail in monumental mockery.
For honour travels in a streight so narrow,
Where one but goes abreast; keep then the path:
For Emulation hath a thousand sons,
That one by one pursue > if you give way
Or turn aside from the direct: forth-right,
Like to an entred tide they all rush by,
And leave you hindermost; and there you lye,
Like to a gallant horse fall'n in first rank,
For pavement to the abject "rear,N o'er-run
And trampled on: then what they do in present,
Tho' less than yours in past, must o'er-top yours.
For time is like a fashionable host,


9 creep . . . old tdit, Warb. emend. i near . . . eld edit. Wart. tm*nd.

That slightly shakes his parting guest by th' hand 5

But with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly,

Grasp'd *'thc in-comer ;N welcome ever smiles,

And Farewel goes out fighing. 3'Let notN virtue

Seek remuneration for the thing it was.

For beauty, wir, high birth, desert in service,

Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all

To envious and calumniating time.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin;

That all with one consent praise new-born gaudes,

Tho* they are made and moulded of things past»

vAnd give to dust that is a little gilt

More laud than they will give to gold o'er-dusted.*

The present eye praises the present object.

Then marvel not, thou great and compleat man,

That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax;

Since things in motion sooner catch the eye,

Than what not stirs. The cry went once for thee,

And still it might, and yet it may again,

If thou would'st not entomb thy self alive,

And case thy reputation in thy tent;

Whose glorious deeds but in these fields of late

Made emulous missions 'mongst the Gods themselves,

And drave great Mars to faction.

Achil. Of my privacy
I have strong reasons.

Ulys. 'Gainst your privacy
The reasons are more potent and herokal.
'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love
With one of Priam's daughters.

jfchil. J'Ha.' fay you known P

Ulys. Is that a wonder?
The providence that's in a watchsul state,
Knows almost ev'ry grain of Pluto's gold;
Finds bottom in th' uncomprehensive deepj

Vol. VI. E Keeps

z in the comer; 3 O ! let not
4 .And go to dust, that is a little gilt

More laud than gilt o'erdusted. . . . old edit. Thirl- emend.
I Ha I known!

Keeps 6'paceN with thought; and almost like the Gods
Does ev'n our thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.
There is a mystery (with which relation
Durst never meddle) in the foul of state;
Which hath an operation more divine,
Than breath or pen can give expressure to.
All the commerce that you have had with 'troy
As persectly is ours, as yours, my Lord.
And better would it fit Acbilles much,
To throw down Hector^ than Pob/xena.
But it must grieve young Pyrrbus now at home,
"When fame shall in his island sound her trump,
And all the Greekijh girls shall tripping sing,
'Great Hectors sister dad Achilles win,
But our great Ajax bravely heat down Hector.
Farewel, my Lord- I, as your lover, speak;

The fool Aides o'er the ice that you should break. {Exit.


Pat. To this efsect, Achilles, have I mov'd you; A woman, impudent and mannish grown, Js not more Joath'd than an efseminate man In time of act. I stand condemn'd for this; They think my little stomach to the war, And your great love to me, restrain you thus. Oh, rouse your self! and the weak wanton Cupid Shall from your neck unloose his am'rous fold, And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air.

Achil. Shall Ajax fight with Hector!

Pat. Ay, and perhaps receive much honour by him

Achil. I see my reputation is at stake,
My fame is shrewdly gor'd.

Pat. O then beware:
Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves:
Omission to do what is necessary
Seals a commission to a blank of danger;


6 place . . . »U edit. Warb. emend.

And danger, like an ague, subtly taints
Even then when we fit idly in the sun.

Achil. Go call Thersites hither, sweet Pairoclus:
I'll send the fool to Ajax, and desire him
T'invite the Trojan Lords, after the combat,
To see us here: I have a woman's longing,
An appetite that I am sick withal,
To see great Hector in the weeds of peace,
TotaJk with him, and to behold his visage,
Ev'n to my sull of view.—A labour fav'd!

Enter Therfites.

Tber. A wonder!
AchiL What?

Tber. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for

himself. Achil. How so?

Ther. He must fight singly 'to-morrow with HeSor, and is Ib prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling, that he raves in faying nothing.

Achil. How can that be?

Tber. Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock, a stride and a stand; ruminates like an hostess that hath no arithmetick but her brain, to set down her reckoning; bites his lip with a politick regard, as who should say, there were wit in his head, if 'twou'd out; and so there is, but it lyes as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not lhcw without knocking. The man's undone for ever: for if Hector break not his neck i'th' combat, lie'll break't himself in vain-glory. He knows not me: I said, good morrow, Ajax, and he replied, (banks, Agamemnon. What think you of this man, that takes me for the General? ht's grown a very land-fish, language-less, a monster. A plague of opinion! a nun may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin.

E 2 Achil,

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