Troilus and Cressida (Folio 1, 1623)
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¶Here comes Patroclus.
¶Nes. No Achilles with him?
¶To call vpon him; he hopes it is no other,
¶An after Dinners breath.
¶Aga. Heare you Patroclus:
1320Cannot outflye our apprehensions.
¶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,
¶Are like to rot vntasted: goe and tell him,
¶If you doe say, we thinke him ouer proud,
1330Then in the note of iudgement: & worthier then himselfe
¶And vnder write in an obseruing kinde
¶His humorous predominance, yea watch
1335His pettish lines, his ebs, his flowes, as if
¶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
1340Not portable, lye vnder this report.
¶Bring action hither, this cannot goe to warre:
¶A stirring Dwarfe, we doe allowance giue,
¶
Exit Vlisses.
¶Aiax. What is he more then another?
¶Aga. No more then what he thinkes he is.
¶himselfe a better man then I am?
¶more tractable.
¶grow? I know not what it is.
¶Aga. Your minde is the cleerer Aiax, and your vertues
1360the fairer; he that is proud, eates vp himselfe; Pride is his
¶deede in the praise.
¶
Enter Ulysses.
1365Aiax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the ingendring
¶of Toades.
¶Vlis. Achilles will not to the field to morrow.
1370Vlis. He doth relye on none,
¶That quarrels at selfe-breath. Imagin'd wroth
¶That twixt his mentall and his actiue parts,
¶Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages,
¶He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it,
1385Cry no recouery.
¶Ag. Let Aiax goe to him.
¶Deare Lord, goe you and greete him in his Tent;
¶'Tis said he holds you well, and will be led
¶When they goe from Achilles; shall the proud Lord,
¶And neuer suffers matter of the world,
¶Of that we hold an Idoll, more then hee?
¶No, this thrice worthy and right valiant Lord,
¶As amply titled as Achilles is: by going to Achilles,
¶That were to enlard his fat already, pride,
¶And adde more Coles to Cancer, when he burnes
¶With entertaining great Hiperion.
1405This L. goe to him? Iupiter forbid,
¶And say in thunder, Achilles goe to him.
¶Nest. O this is well, he rubs the veine of him.
1410ore the face.
¶me goe to him.
¶Ulis. Not for the worth that hangs vpon our quarrel.
¶Aia. Ile let his humours bloud.
¶tient.
¶Aia. And all men were a my minde.
¶Nest. And 'twould, you'ld carry halfe.
¶yet through warme.
¶bition is dry.
1435Vlis. Why, 'tis this naming of him doth him harme.
¶Here is a man, but 'tis before his face,
¶I will be silent.
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