Enter PATROCLUS
PATROCLUS. Who"s there? Thersites! Good Thersites, come in and rail.
THERSITES. If I could "a rememb"red a gilt counterfeit, thou wouldst not have slipp"d out of my contemplation; but it is no matter; thyself upon thyself! The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue! Heaven bless thee from a tutor, and discipline come not near thee! Let thy blood be thy direction till thy death. Then if she that lays thee out says thou art a fair corse, I"ll be sworn and sworn upon"t she never shrouded any but lazars. Amen. Where"s Achilles?
PATROCLUS. What, art thou devout? Wast thou in prayer?
THERSITES. Ay, the heavens hear me!
PATROCLUS. Amen.
Enter ACHILLES
ACHILLES. Who"s there?
PATROCLUS. Thersites, my lord.
ACHILLES. Where, where? O, where? Art thou come? Why, my cheese, my digestion, why hast thou not served thyself in to my table so many meals? Come, what"s Agamemnon?
THERSITES. Thy commander, Achilles. Then tell me, Patroclus, what"s Achilles?
PATROCLUS. Thy lord, Thersites. Then tell me, I pray thee, what"s Thersites?
THERSITES. Thy knower, Patroclus. Then tell me, Patroclus, what art thou?
PATROCLUS. Thou must tell that knowest.
ACHILLES. O, tell, tell, THERSITES. I"ll decline the whole question. Agamemnon commands Achilles; Achilles is my lord; I am Patroclus" knower; and Patroclus is a fool.
PATROCLUS. You rascal!
THERSITES. Peace, fool! I have not done.
ACHILLES. He is a privileg"d man. Proceed, Thersites.
THERSITES. Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; Thersites is a fool; and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a fool.
ACHILLES. Derive this; come.
THERSITES. Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command Achilles; Achilles is a fool to be commanded of Agamemnon; Thersites is a fool to serve such a fool; and this Patroclus is a fool positive.
PATROCLUS. Why am I a fool?
THERSITES. Make that demand of the Creator. It suffices me thou art. Look you, who comes here?
ACHILLES. Come, Patroclus, I"ll speak with n.o.body. Come in with me, Thersites. Exit THERSITES. Here is such patchery, such juggling, and such knavery.
All the argument is a wh.o.r.e and a cuckold-a good quarrel to draw emulous factions and bleed to death upon. Now the dry serpigo on the subject, and war and lechery confound all! Exit
Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, NESTOR, DIOMEDES, AJAX, and CALCHAS
AGAMEMNON. Where is Achilles?
PATROCLUS. Within his tent; but ill-dispos"d, my lord.
AGAMEMNON. Let it be known to him that we are here.
He shent our messengers; and we lay by Our appertainings, visiting of him.
Let him be told so; lest, perchance, he think We dare not move the question of our place Or know not what we are.
PATROCLUS. I shall say so to him. Exit ULYSSES. We saw him at the opening of his tent.
He is not sick.
AJAX. Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart. You may call it melancholy, if you will favour the man; but, by my head, "tis pride. But why, why? Let him show us a cause. A word, my lord.
[Takes AGAMEMNON aside]
NESTOR. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him?
ULYSSES. Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him.
NESTOR.Who, Thersites?
ULYSSES. He.
NESTOR. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have lost his argument ULYSSES. No; you see he is his argument that has his argument- Achilles.
NESTOR. All the better; their fraction is more our wish than their faction. But it was a strong composure a fool could disunite!
ULYSSES. The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.
Re-enter PATROCLUS
Here comes Patroclus.
NESTOR. No Achilles with him.
ULYSSES. The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.
PATROCLUS. Achilles bids me say he is much sorry If any thing more than your sport and pleasure Did move your greatness and this n.o.ble state To call upon him; he hopes it is no other But for your health and your digestion sake, An after-dinner"s breath.
AGAMEMNON. Hear you, Patroclus.
We are too well acquainted with these answers; But his evasion, wing"d thus swift with scorn, Cannot outfly our apprehensions.
Much attribute he hath, and much the reason Why we ascribe it to him. Yet all his virtues, Not virtuously on his own part beheld, Do in our eyes begin to lose their gloss; Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish, Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell him We come to speak with him; and you shall not sin If you do say we think him over-proud And under-honest, in self-a.s.sumption greater Than in the note of judgment; and worthier than himself Here tend the savage strangeness he puts on, Disguise the holy strength of their command, And underwrite in an observing kind His humorous predominance; yea, watch His pettish lunes, his ebbs, his flows, as if The pa.s.sage and whole carriage of this action Rode on his tide. Go tell him this, and ad That if he overhold his price so much We"ll none of him, but let him, like an engine Not portable, lie under this report: Bring action hither; this cannot go to war.
A stirring dwarf we do allowance give Before a sleeping giant. Tell him so.
PATROCLUS. I shall, and bring his answer presently. Exit AGAMEMNON. In second voice we"ll not be satisfied; We come to speak with him. Ulysses, enter you.
Exit ULYSSES AJAX. What is he more than another?
AGAMEMNON. No more than what he thinks he is.
AJAX. Is he so much? Do you not think he thinks himself a better man than I am?
AGAMEMNON. No question.
AJAX. Will you subscribe his thought and say he is?
AGAMEMNON. No, n.o.ble Ajax; you are as strong, as valiant, as wise, no less n.o.ble, much more gentle, and altogether more tractable.
AJAX. Why should a man be proud? How doth pride grow? I know not what pride is.
AGAMEMNON. Your mind is the clearer, Ajax, and your virtues the fairer. He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own gla.s.s, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed devours the deed in the praise.
Re-enter ULYSSES
AJAX. I do hate a proud man as I do hate the engend"ring of toads.
NESTOR. [Aside] And yet he loves himself: is"t not strange?
ULYSSES. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow.
AGAMEMNON. What"s his excuse?
ULYSSES. He doth rely on none; But carries on the stream of his dispose, Without observance or respect of any, In will peculiar and in self-admission.
AGAMEMNON. Why will he not, upon our fair request, Untent his person and share the air with us?
ULYSSES. Things small as nothing, for request"s sake only, He makes important; possess"d he is with greatness, And speaks not to himself but with a pride That quarrels at self-breath. Imagin"d worth Holds in his blood such swol"n and hot discourse That "twixt his mental and his active parts Kingdom"d Achilles in commotion rages, And batters down himself. What should I say?
He is so plaguy proud that the death tokens of it Cry "No recovery."
AGAMEMNON. Let Ajax go to him.
Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent.
"Tis said he holds you well; and will be led At your request a little from himself.
ULYSSES. O Agamemnon, let it not be so!
We"ll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes When they go from Achilles. Shall the proud lord That bastes his arrogance with his own seam And never suffers matter of the world Enter his thoughts, save such as doth revolve And ruminate himself-shall he be worshipp"d Of that we hold an idol more than he?
No, this thrice-worthy and right valiant lord Shall not so stale his palm, n.o.bly acquir"d, Nor, by my will, a.s.subjugate his merit, As amply t.i.tled as Achilles is, By going to Achilles.
That were to enlard his fat-already pride, And add more coals to Cancer when he burns With entertaining great Hyperion.
This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid, And say in thunder "Achilles go to him."
NESTOR. [Aside] O, this is well! He rubs the vein of him.
DIOMEDES. [Aside] And how his silence drinks up this applause!
AJAX. If I go to him, with my armed fist I"ll pash him o"er the face.
AGAMEMNON. O, no, you shall not go.
AJAX. An "a be proud with me I"ll pheeze his pride.
Let me go to him.
ULYSSES. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel.
AJAX. A paltry, insolent fellow!
NESTOR. [Aside] How he describes himself!
AJAX. Can he not be sociable?
ULYSSES. [Aside] The raven chides blackness.
AJAX. I"ll let his humours blood.
AGAMEMNON. [Aside] He will be the physician that should be the patient.
AJAX. An all men were a my mind- ULYSSES. [Aside] Wit would be out of fashion.