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Out of her virtues; Who miscarrying,

Should he 'scape Hecior fair: If he were foil'd,
What heart receives from hence a conquering part, Why, then we did our main opinion 5 crush
To steel a strong opinion to themselves ?

In taint of our best man. No, make a lottery;
Which entertain’d, limbs are his instruments, And, by device, let blockish Ajax draw
In no less working, than are swords and bows The sort 6 to fight with Hector : Among ourselves,
Directive by the limbs.

Give him allowance for the better man,
Ulyss. Give pardon to my speech; —

For that will physick the great Myrmidon,
Therefore 'tis meet, Achilles meet not Hector. Who broils in loud applause; and make him fall
Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares, His crest, that prouder than blue Iris bends.
And think, perchance, they'll sell; if not,

If the dull brainless Ajax come safe off,
The lustre of the better shall exceed,

We'll dress him up in voices : If he fail,
By showing the worst first. Do not consent, Yet go we under our opinion ? still
That ever Hector and Achilles meet ;

That we have better men. But, hit or miss,
For both our honour and our shame, in this, Our project's iife this shape of sense assumes, —
Are dogg'd with two strange followers.

Ajax, einploy'd, plucks down Achilles' plumes.
Nesi. I see them not with my old eyes; what Nest. Ulysses,
are they?

Now I begin to relish thy advice; Ulyss. What glory our Achilles shares from And I will give a taste of it forthwith Hector,

To Agamemnon: go we to him straight. Were he not proud, we all should share with him: Two curs shall tame each other; Pride alone But he already is too insolent;

Must tarre 8 the mastiffs on, as 'twere their bone. And we were better parch in Africk sun,

[Errunt. Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes,


SCENE I. - Another Part of the Grecian Camp. Ther. Nay, but regard him well.

Achil. Well, why I do so.

Ther. But yet you look not well upon him : for
Ajur. Thersites, learn me the proclamation. whosoever you take him to be, he is Ajax.
Ther. Thou art proclaimed a fool, I think.

Achil. I know that, fool.
Ajax. I say, the proclamation,

Ther. Ay, but that fool knows not himself. Ther. Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Ajar. Therefore I beat thee. Achilles; and thou art as full of envy at his great- Ther. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he ness, as Cerberus is at Proserpina's beauty, ay, that utters! his evasions have ears thus long. I have thou barkest at him.

bobbed his brain, more than he has beat my bones : Ajar. Mistress Thersites !

This lord, Achilles, Ajax, who wears his wit in Ther. Thou shouldest strike him.

his belly, instead of his head, — I'll tell you what Ajar. Cobloaf !


of him. Ther. He would pun 3 thee into shivers with his

Achil. What? fist, as a sailor breaks a biscuit,

Ther. I say this, Ajax cljar. You cur!

[Beating him.

Achil. Nay, good Ajax. Ther. Do, do.

[AJAX offers to strike him, ACHILLES djor. Thou stool for a witch!

interposes. Ther. Ay, do, do ; thou sodden-witted lord! thou Ther. Has not so much withast no more brain than I have in mine elbows; an Achil. Nay, I must hold you. assinegot may tutor thee : Thou scurvy valiant ass!

Ther. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for thou art here put to thrash Trojans; and thou art whom he comes to fight. bought and sold among those of any wit, like a Achil. Peace, fool! Barbarian slave. If thou use to beat me, I will

Ther. I would have peace and quietness, but the begin at thy heel, and tell what thou art by inches, fool will not: he there; that he; look you there. thou thing of no bowels, thou !

Ajar. ( thou cur! I shallAjar. You dog!

Achil. Will you set your wit to a fool's? Ther. You scurvy lord !

Ther. No, I warrant you; for a fool's will Ajar. You cur!

[Beating him. I shame it.
Ther. Mars his idiot! do, rudeness; do, camel, Patr. Good words, Thersites.
do, do.

Achil. What's the quarrel ?
Enter ACHILLES and PatrocLUS.

Ajax. I bade the vile owl, go, learn me the tenor

of the proclamation, and he rails upon me. Achil. Why, how now, Ajax ? wherefore do you Ther. I serve thee not. thus?

Ajar. Well, go to, go to. How now, Thersites? what's the matter, man? Ther. I serve here voluntary. Ther. You see him there, do you?

Achil. Your last service was sufferance, 'twas not Achil. Ay; what's the matter?

voluntary; no man is beaten voluntary ; Ajax was Ther. Nay, look upon him.

here the voluntary, and you as under an impress. Achil So I do; What's the matter ?

• Estimation of character. 3 Pound, Ass, a cant term for a foolish fellow.

; Character.

& Provoke,

6 Lot.




Ther. Even so? - a great deal of your wit too Weigh you the worth and honour of a king, lies in your sinews, or else there be liars, Hector So great as our dread father, in a scale shall have a great catch, if he knock out either of Of common ounces? will you with counters sum your brains; 'a were as good crack a fusty nut with The past-proportion of his infinite? no kernel.

And buckle-in a waist most fathomless, Achil. What, with me too, Thersites?

With spans and inches so diminutive Ther. There's Ulysses, and old Nestor, whose As fears and reasons ? fye, for godly shame! wit was mouldy, ere your grandsires had nails on Hel. No marvel, though you bite so sharp at their toes, — yoke you like draught oxen, and make

reasons, you plough up the wars.

You are so empty of them. Should not our father Achil. What, what?

Bear the great sway of his affairs with reasons, Ther. Yes, good sooth; to, Achilles ! to, Ajax! Because your speech hath none, that tells him so ? to!

Tro. You are for dreams and slumbers, brother Ajar. I shall cut out your tongue.

priest, Ther. 'Tis no matter; I shall speak as much as You fur your gloves with reason.

Here are your thou, afterwards.

Patr. No more words, Thersites; peace. You know, an enemy intends you

Ther. I will hold my peace when Achilles' brach 9 | You know, a sword employ'd is perilous, bids me, shall I ?

And reason fies the object of all harm :
Achil. There's for you, Patroclus.

Who marvels then, when Helenus beholds
Ther. I will see you hanged, like clotpoles, ere A Grecian and his sword, if he do set
I come any more to your tents; I will keep where The very wings of reason to his heels;
there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools. And fly like chidden Mercury from Jove,

[Erit. Or like a star disorb'd? - Nay, if we talk of reason, Patr. A good riddance.

Let's shut our gates and sleep: Manhood and honour Achil. Marry, this, sir, is proclaimed through all Should have hare hearts, would they but fat their our host :

thoughts That Hector, by the first hour of the sun,

With this cramm'd reason: reason and respect ? Will, with a trumpet, 'twixt our tents and Troy, Make livers pale, and lustihood deject. To-morrow morning call some knight to arms, Hect. Brother, she is not worth what she doth cost That hath a stomach; and such a one, that dare The holding. Maintain — I know not what; 'tis trash : Farewell.


What is aught, but as 'tis valued ? Ajar. Farewell. Who shall answer him?

Hect. But value dwells not in particular will; Achil

. I know not, it is put to lottery; otherwise, It holds his estimate and dignity He knew his man.

As well wherein 'tis precious of itself Ajar. O, meaning you :- I'll go learn more of it. As in the prizer: 'tis mad ido'stry,

[Ereunt. To make the service greater than the god;

And the will dotes, that is attributive SCENE II. - Troy. A Room in Priam's Palace. To what infectiously itself affects,

Without some image of the affected merit.
Enter Priam, Hector, TROILUs, Paris, and

Tro. I take to-day a wife, and my election

Is led on in the conduct of my will :
Pri. After so many hours, lives, speeches, spent, My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears,
Thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks: Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores
Deliver Helen, and all damage else

Of will and judgment: How may I avoid, As honour, loss of time, travel, expence,

Although my will distaste what it elected, Wounds, friends, and what else dear that is consum'd | The wife I chose ? there can be no evasion In hot digestion of this cormorant war,

To blench 3 from this, and to stand firm by honour Shall be struck off": Hector, what say you to't ? We turn not back the silks upon the merchant, Hect. Though no man lesser fears the Greeks When we have soil'd them; nor the remainder viands than I,

We do not throw in unrespective sieve, As far as toucheth my particular, yet,

Because we now are full. It was thought meet, Dread Priam,

Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks: There is no lady of more softer bowels,

Your breath with full consent bellied his sails; More spungy to suck in the sense of fear,

The seas and winds (old wranglers) took a truce, More ready to cry out — W'ho knows what follows ? And did him service: he touch'd the ports desir’d; Than Hector is : The wound of peace is surety, And, for an old aunt4, whom the Greeks held captive, Surety secure; but modest doubt is call’d

He brought a Grecian qneen, whose youth and The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches

freshness To the bottom of the worst. Let Helen go:

Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes pale the morning. Since the first sword was drawn about this question, Why keep we her ? the Grecians keep our aunt : Every tithe soul, 'mongst many thousand dismes', Is she worth keeping ? why, she is a pearl, Hath been as dear as Helen; I mean of ours : Whose price hath launch'd above a thousand ships, If we have lost so many tenths of ours,

And turn'd crown'd kings to merchants. To guard a thing not ours; not worth to us, If you'll avouch, 'twas wisdom Paris went, Had it our name, the value of one ten;

(As you must needs, for you all cry'd — Go, go,) What merit's in that reason, which denies

If you'll confess, he brought home noble prize, The yielding of her up?

(As you must needs, for you all clapp'd your hands, Fye, fye, my brother!

2 Caution.

3 Shriok, or fly off, 9 Bitch, hound. i Tenths.

* Priam's sister, Ilesione.


And cry'd — Inestimable !) why do you now But I would have the soil of her fair rape
The issue of your proper wisdoms rate;

Wip'd off, in honourable keeping her.
And do a deed that fortune never did,

What treason were it to the ransack'd queen, Beggar the estimation which you priz'd

Disgrace to your great worths, and shame to ine, Richer than sea or land ? O theft most base; Now to deliver her possession up, That we have stolen what we do fear to keep ! On terms of base compulsion? Can it be, But, thieves unworthy of a thing so stolen,

That so degenerate a strain as this, That in their country did them that disgrace, Should once set footing in your generous bosoms? We fear to warrant in our native place!

There's not the meanest spirit on our party, Cas. [Within.] Cry, Trojans, cry!

Without a heart to dare, or sword to draw, Pri.

What noise? what shriek is this? When Helen is defended; nor none so noble, Tro. 'Tis our mad sister, I do know her voice. Whose life were ill bestow'd, or death unfam'd, Cas. [Within.) Cry, Trojans !

Where Helen is the subject : then, I say, Hect. It is Cassandra.

Well may we fight for her, whom, we know well,

The world's large spaces cannot parallel.
Enter CASSANDRA, raving.

Hect. Paris, and Troilus, you have both said well: Cas. Cry, Trojans, cry! lend me ten thousand eyes, Have gloz'd 8, – but superficially ; not much

And on the cause and question now in hand
And I will fill them with prophetick tears.
Hect. Peace, sister, peace.

Unlike young men, whom Aristotle thought
Cas. Virgins and boys, mid-age, and wrinkled Unfit to hear moral philosophy:

The reasons, you allege, do more conduce

To the hot passion of distemper'd blood,
Soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry,
Add to my clamours ! let us pay betimes

Than to make up a free determination

'Twixt right and wrong; For pleasure, and revenge, A moiety of that mass of moan to come.

Have ears for ever deaf unto the voice Cry, Trojans, cry! practise your eyes with tears !

Of any true decision. Nature craves, Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilion stand;

All dues be render'd to their owners; Now Our fire-brand brother, Paris, burns us all.

What nearer debt in all humanity, Cry, Trojans, cry! a Helen and a woe : Cry, cry! Troy burns, or else let Helen go. (Erit. Than wife is to the husband ? if this law Hect. Now, youthful Troilus, do not these high And that great minds, of 9 partial indulgence

Of nature be corruj ted through affection ;

To their benumbed wills, resist the same;
Of divination in our sister work
Some touches of remorse ? or is your blood

There is a law in each well-order'd nation,

To curb those raging appetites that are
So madly hot, that no discourse of reason,
Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause,

Most disobedient and refractory.

If Helen then be wife to Sparta's king,
Can qualify the same ?
Why, brother Hector,

As it is known she is, - these moral laws
We may not think the justness of each act

Of nature, and of nations, speak aloud Such and no other than event doth form it;

To have her back return'd: Thus to persist Nor once deject the courage of our minds,

In doing wrong, extenuates not wrong, Because Cassandra's mad; her brain-sick raptures

But makes it much more heavy. Hector's opinion Cannot distaste • the goodness of a quarrel,

Is this, in way of truth: yet ne'ertheless, Which hath our several honours all engag'd

My spritely brethren, I propend ' to you To make it gracious. For my private part,

In resolution to keep Helen still ; I am no more touch'd than all Priam's sons :

For 'tis a cause that hath no mean dependance And Jove forbid, there should be done amongst us

Upon our joint and several dignities. Such things as might offend the weakest spleen

Tro. Why, there you touch'd the life of our design:

Were it not glory that we more affected,
To fight for and maintain !
Par. Else might the world convince 6 of levity

Than the performance of our heaving spleens,

I would not wish a drop of Trojan blood
As well my undertakings as your counsels ;
But I attest the gods, your full consent

Spent more in her defence. But, worthy Hector,

She is a theme of honour and renown;
Gave wings to my propension, and cut off
All fears attending on so dire a project.

A spur to valiant and magnanimous deeds;
For what, alas, can these my single arms ?

Whose present courage may beat down our foes,

And fame, in time to come, canonize us :
What propugnation 7 is in one man's valour
To stand the push and enmity of those

For, I presume, brave Hector would not lose This quarrel would excite? Yet, I protest,

So rich advantage of a promis'd glory, Were I alone to pass the difficulties,

As smiles upon the forehead of this action,

For the wide world's revenue. And had as ample power as I have will,


I am yours,
Paris should ne'er retract what he hath done,
Nor faint in the pursuit.

You valiant offspring of great Priamus.
Paris, you speak

I have a roisting ? challenge sent amongst

The dull and factious nobles of the Greeks, Like one besotted on your sweet delights:

Will strike amazement to their drowsy spirits : You have the honey still, but these the gall ;

I was advertis'd, their great general slept,
So to be valiant, is no praise at all.

Whilst emulation 3 in the army crept;
Par. Sir, I propose not merely to myself
The pleasures such a beauty brings with it ;

This, I presume, will wake him. [Eren
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9 Through • Corrupt, change to a worse state.

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SCENE III. - The Grecian Camp. Before Ther. Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command Achilles' Tent.

Achilles ; Achilles is a fool to be commanded of

Agamemnon ; Thersites is a fool to serve such a Enter THERSITES.

fool; and Patroclus is a fool positive. Ther. How, now, Thersites? what, lost in the Patr. Why am I a fool ? labyrinth of thy fury? Shall the elephant Ajax

Ther. Make that demand of the prover. It suf. carry it thus ? he beats me, and I rail at him : ofices me, thou art. Look you, who comes here? worthy satisfaction! 'would, it were otherwise ; that I could beat him, whilst he railed at me: I'll learn Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, Nestor, DIOMEDES, to conjure and raise devils, but I'll see some issue

and AJAX. of my spiteful execrations. Then there's Achilles, Achil. Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody : - a rare engineer. If Troy be not taken, till these Come in with me, Thersites.

(Eril. two undermine it, the walls will stand till they fall Ther. Here is such patchery, such juggling, and of themselves. Othou great thunder-darter of such knavery!

[Exit. Olympus, forget that thou art Jove the king of Agam. Where is Achilles ? gods; and, Mercury, lose all the serpentine craft Patr. Within his tent; but ill-dispos'd, my lord. of thy Caduceus 4 ; if ye take not that little little Agam. Let it be known to him, that we are here. less-than-little wit from them that they have ! which He shent 6 our messengers; and we lay by short-armed ignorance itself knows is so abundant | Our appertainments 7 visiting of him : scarce, it will not in circumvention deliver a fly Let him be told so; lest, perchance, he think from a spider, without drawing their massy irons, We dare not move the question of our place, and cutting the web. After this, the vengeance on

Or know not what we are. the whole camp! What, ho! my lord Achilles ! Patr.

I shall say so to him. (Exit.

Ulyss. We saw him at the opening of his tent; Enter PATROCLUS.

He is not sick. Patr. Who's there? Thersites? Good Thersites, Ajar. Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart: you come in and rail.

may call it melancholy, if you will favour the man; Ther. If I could have remembered a gilt coun- but, by my head, 'tis pride: But why, why ? let terfeit, thou wouldest not have slipped out of my him show us a cause. - A word, my lord. contemplation : but it is no matter ; Thyself upon

[Takes AGAMEMNON asides thyself! The common curse of mankind, folly and Nest. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him ? ignorance, be thine in great revenue ! heaven bless Ulyss. Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him. thee from a tutor, and discipline come not near

Nest. Who? Thersites? thee! Let thy blood be thy direction till thy

Ulyss. He. death! then if she, that lays thee out, says — thou Nest. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have lost art a fair corse, I'll be sworn and sworn upon't, she his argument. 8 never shrouded any but lazars. 5 Amen. - Where's Ulyss. No; you see, he is his argument, that has Achilles ?

his argument; Achilles. Patr. What, art thou devout? wast thou in Nest. All the better ; their fraction is more our prayer ?

wish, than their faction: But it was a strong comTher. Ay; The heavens hear me!

posure, a fool could disunite.

Ulyss. The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may Enter ACHILLES.

easily untie. Here comes Patroclus. Achil. Who's there? Patr. Thersites, my lord.

Re-enter PATROCLUS. Achil. Where, where ? — Art thou come? Why,

Nest. No Achilles with him. my cheese, my digestion, why hast thou not served Ulyss. The elephant hath joints, but none for thyself in to my table so many meals ? Come; courtesy : his legs are legs for necessity, not for what's Agamemnon ?

flexure. Ther. Thy commander, Achilles ; Then tell Patr. Achilles bids me say

he is much sorry, me, Patroclus, what's Achilles ?

If any thing more than your sport and pleasure Patr. Thy lord, Thersites; Then tell me, I pray Did move your greatness, and this noble state, thee, what's thyself?

To call upon him; he hopes, it is no other, Ther. Thy knower, Patroclus; Then tell me, But, for your health and your digestion sake, Patroclus, what art thou ?

An after-dinner's breath. 9 Patr. Thou mayst tell, that knowest.


Hear you, Patroclus ; Achil. O, tell, tell.

We are too well acquainted with these answers : Ther. I'll decline the whole question. Agamem- But his evasion, wing'd thus swift with scorn, non commands Achilles; Achilles is my lord; I am Cannot outfly our apprehensions. Patroclus' knower; and Patroclus is a fool.

Much attribute he hath ; and much the reason Palr. You rascal !

Why we ascribe it to him : yet all his virtues, Ther. Peace, fool; I have not done.

Not virtuously on his own part beheld, Achil. He is a privileged man. - Proceed, Ther- Do, in our eyes, begin to lose their gloss; sites.

Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish, Ther. Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell him, Thersites is a fool; and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is We come to speak with him: And you shall not sin, a fool.

If you do say — we think him over-proud, Achil. Derive this; come.

And under-honest; in self-assumption greater, • The wand of Mercury, which is wreathed with serpents. 6 Rebuked, rated

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Than in the note of judgment; and worthier than When they go from Achilles : Shall the proud lord, himself

That bastes his arrogance with his own seam 5; Here tend i the savage strangeness he puts on; And never suffers matter of the world Disguise the holy strength of their command, Enter his thoughts, — save such as do revolve And underwritein an observing kind

And ruminate himself, — shall he be worshipp'd His humorous predominance; yea, watch

Of that we hold an idol more than he ?
His pettish lunes S, his ebbs, his flows, as if No, this thrice worthy and right valiant lord
The passage and whole carriage of this action Must not so stale his palm, nobly acquir'd;
Rode on his tide. Go, tell him this; and add, Nor, by my will, assubjugate his merit,
That, if he overhold his price so much,

As amply titled as Achilles is,
We'll none of him; but let him like an engine By going to Achilles :
Not portable, lie under this report

That were to enlard his fat-already pride ; Bring action hither, this cannot go to war: And add more coals to Cancer, when he burns A stirring dwarf we do allowance + give

With entertaining great Hyperion. Before a sleeping giant : Tell him so.

This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid; Patr. I shall, and bring his answer presently. And say in thunder - Achilles, go to him.

[Erit. Nest. O, this is well; he rubs the vein of him. Agam. In second voice we'll not be satisfied,

(Aside We come to speak with him. — Ulysses, enter. Dio. And how his silence drinks up this ap

plause !

[Asice. Ajar. What is he more than another ?

Ajar. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist I'll pash Agam. No more than what he thinks he is.

him Ajar. Is he so much? Do you not think, he thinks Over the face. himself a better man than I am ?

Agam. O, no, you shall not go. Agam. No question.

Ajar. An he be proud with me, l'll pheeze 7 his Ajar. Will you subscribe his thought, and say —

pride : he is?

Let me go to him. Agam. No, noble Ajax; you are as strong, as Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon our valiant, as wise, no less noble, much more gentle,

quarrel. and altogether more tractable.

Ajax. A paltry, insolent fellow,Ajar. Why should a man be proud ? How doth, Nest.

How he describes pride grow? I know not what pride is.


[Aside. Ayam. Your mind's the clearer, Ajax, and your Ajax. Can he not be sociable ? virtues the fairer. He that is proud, eats up him- Ulyss.

The raven self: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his Chides blackness.

(Aside. own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in Ajax.

I will let his humours blood. the deed, devours the deed in the praise.

Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the Ajar. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the en


[Aside. gendering of toads.

djar. An all men Nest. And yet he loves himself: Is it not Were o‘my mind, strange?

Wit would be out of fashion.

[Aside. Re-enter ULYSSES.

Ajax. He should not bear it so, Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. He should eat swords first: Shall pride carry it? Agam. What's his excuse ?

Nest. An 'twould, you'd carry half. (Aside. Ulyss. He doth rely on none; Ulyss.

He'd have ten shares. But carries on the stream of his dispose,

[ Aside. Without observance or respect of any,

Ajaz. I'll knead him, I will make him supple;In will peculiar and in self-admission.

Nest. He's not yet thorough warm : force him Agan. Why will he not, upon our fair request,

with praises : Untent his person, and share the air with us? Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. [ Aside. Ulyss. Things small as nothing, for request's sake Ulyss. My lord, you feed too much on this dislike. only,

(Tv AGAMEMNON. He makes important: Possess'd he is with greatness ; Nest. O noble general, do not do so. And speaks not to himself, but with a pride

Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles, That quarrels at self-breath: imagin'd worth

Ulyss. Why, 'tis this naming of him does him harm. Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse, Here is a man - But 'tis before his face ; That, 'twixt his mental and his active parts,

I will be silent. Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages,


Wherefore should you so ? And batters down himself: What should I say ? He is not emulous”, as Achilles is. Ile is so plaguy proud, that the death-tokens of it Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. Cry — No recovery.

Ajar. A vile dog, that shall palter' thus with us! Agam. Let Ajax go to him.

I would, he were a Trojan! Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent:


What a vice "Tis said, he holds you well; and will be led, Were it in Ajax now At your request a little from himself.


If he were proud! l'lyss. O Agamemnon, let it not be so!

Dio. Or covetous of praise ? We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes


Ay, or surly borne? • Attend.

7 Comb or curry. 3 Fits of lunacy. + Approbation

2 Subscribe, obcy.

5 Fat.


* Stuff

9 Envious. I Trifle.

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