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Agamemnon: That means not, hath not, or is not in love!
Agamemnon: If then one is, or hath, or means to be,
Agamemnon: That one meets Hector. If none else, I am he.
Agamemnon: Fair Lord Aeneas, let me touch your hand.
Agamemnon: To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir.
Agamemnon: Achilles shall have word of this intent;
Agamemnon: So shall each lord of Greece from tent to tent.
Agamemnon: Yourself shall feast with us before you go,
Agamemnon: And find the welcome of a noble foe.
Agamemnon: Where is Achilles?
Agamemnon: Let it be known to him that we are here.
Agamemnon: He shent our messengers, and we lay by
Agamemnon: Our appertainments, visiting of him.
Agamemnon: Let him be told so, lest perchance he think
Agamemnon: We dare not move the question of our place
Agamemnon: Or know not what we are.
Agamemnon: Hear you, Patroclus:
Agamemnon: We are too well acquainted with these answers,
Agamemnon: But his evasion, winged thus swift with scorn,
Agamemnon: Cannot outfly our apprehensions.
Agamemnon: Much attribute he hath, and much the reason
Agamemnon: Why we ascribe it to him. Yet all his virtues,
Agamemnon: Not virtuously on his own part beheld,
Agamemnon: Do in our eyes begin to lose their gloss,
Agamemnon: Yea, and like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish,
Agamemnon: Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell him
Agamemnon: We come to speak with him; and you shall not sin
Agamemnon: If you do say we think him overproud
Agamemnon: And underhonest, in self-assumption greater
Agamemnon: Than in the note of judgment; and worthier than himself
Agamemnon: Here tend the savage strangeness he puts on,
Agamemnon: Disguise the holy strength of their command,
Agamemnon: And underwrite in an observing kind
Agamemnon: His humorous predominance— yea, watch
Agamemnon: His course and time, his ebbs and flows, as if
Agamemnon: The passage and whole carriage of this action
Agamemnon: Rode on his tide. Go tell him this, and add
Agamemnon: That, if he overhold his price so much,
Agamemnon: We’ll none of him. But let him, like an engine
Agamemnon: Not portable, lie under this report:
Agamemnon: “ Bring action hither; this cannot go to war.”
Agamemnon: A stirring dwarf we do allowance give
Agamemnon: Before a sleeping giant. Tell him so.
Agamemnon: In second voice we’ll not be satisfied;
Agamemnon: We come to speak with him.— Ulysses, enter you.
Agamemnon: No more than what he thinks he is.
Agamemnon: No question.
Agamemnon: No, noble Ajax. You are as strong, as valiant, as wise, no less noble, much more gentle, and altogether more tractable.
Agamemnon: Your mind is the clearer, Ajax, and your virtues the fairer. He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed devours the deed in the praise.
Agamemnon: What’s his excuse?
Agamemnon: Why, will he not, upon our fair request,
Agamemnon: Untent his person and share th’ air with us?
Agamemnon: Let Ajax go to him.—
Agamemnon: Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent.
Agamemnon: ’Tis said he holds you well and will be led
Agamemnon: At your request a little from himself.
Agamemnon: O, no, you shall not go.
Agamemnon: He will be the physician that should be the patient.
Agamemnon: Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep.
Agamemnon: Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.
Agamemnon: What wouldst thou of us, Trojan, make demand?
Agamemnon: Let Diomedes bear him,
Agamemnon: And bring us Cressid hither. Calchas shall have
Agamemnon: What he requests of us. Good Diomed,
Agamemnon: Furnish you fairly for this interchange.
Agamemnon: Withal, bring word if Hector will tomorrow
Agamemnon: Be answered in his challenge. Ajax is ready.
Agamemnon: We’ll execute your purpose and put on
Agamemnon: A form of strangeness as we pass along;
Agamemnon: So do each lord, and either greet him not
Agamemnon: Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more
Agamemnon: Than if not looked on. I will lead the way.
Agamemnon: What says Achilles? Would he aught with us?
Agamemnon: The better.
Agamemnon: Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair,
Agamemnon: Anticipating time with starting courage.
Agamemnon: Give with thy trumpet a loud note to Troy,
Agamemnon: Thou dreadful Ajax, that the appallèd air
Agamemnon: May pierce the head of the great combatant
Agamemnon: And hale him hither.
Agamemnon: Is not yond Diomed with Calchas’ daughter?
Agamemnon: Is this the Lady Cressid?
Agamemnon: Most dearly welcome to the Greeks, sweet lady.
Agamemnon: The Trojan’s trumpet.
Agamemnon: Yonder comes the troop.
Agamemnon: Which way would Hector have it?
Agamemnon: ’Tis done like Hector.
Agamemnon: Here is Sir Diomed.— Go, gentle knight;
Agamemnon: Stand by our Ajax. As you and Lord Aeneas
Agamemnon: Consent upon the order of their fight,
Agamemnon: So be it, either to the uttermost
Agamemnon: Or else a breath. The combatants being kin
Agamemnon: Half stints their strife before their strokes begin.
Agamemnon: What Trojan is that same that looks so heavy?
Agamemnon: They are in action.
Agamemnon: His blows are well disposed.— There, Ajax!
Agamemnon: Worthy all arms! As welcome as to one
Agamemnon: That would be rid of such an enemy—
Agamemnon: But that’s no welcome. Understand more clear:
Agamemnon: What’s past and what’s to come is strewed with husks
Agamemnon: And formless ruin of oblivion;
Agamemnon: But in this extant moment, faith and troth,
Agamemnon: Strained purely from all hollow bias-drawing,
Agamemnon: Bids thee, with most divine integrity,
Agamemnon: From heart of very heart, great Hector, welcome.
Agamemnon: My well-famed lord of Troy, no less to you.
Agamemnon: First, all you peers of Greece, go to my tent;
Agamemnon: There in the full convive we. Afterwards,
Agamemnon: As Hector’s leisure and your bounties shall
Agamemnon: Concur together, severally entreat him.
Agamemnon: Beat loud the taborins; let the trumpets blow,
Agamemnon: That this great soldier may his welcome know.
Agamemnon: We go wrong, we go wrong.
Agamemnon: So now, fair prince of Troy, I bid good night.
Agamemnon: Ajax commands the guard to tend on you.
Agamemnon: Good night.
Agamemnon: Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas
Agamemnon: Hath beat down Menon; bastard Margareton
Agamemnon: Hath Doreus prisoner,
Agamemnon: And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam
Agamemnon: Upon the pashèd corses of the kings
Agamemnon: Epistrophus and Cedius. Polyxenes is slain,
Agamemnon: Amphimachus and Thoas deadly hurt,
Agamemnon: Patroclus ta’en or slain, and Palamedes
Agamemnon: Sore hurt and bruised. The dreadful Sagittary
Agamemnon: Appals our numbers. Haste we, Diomed,
Agamemnon: To reinforcement, or we perish all.
Agamemnon: Hark, hark, what shout is this?
Agamemnon: March patiently along. Let one be sent
Agamemnon: To pray Achilles see us at our tent.
Agamemnon: If in his death the gods have us befriended,
Agamemnon: Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.
Nestor: With due observance of thy godlike seat,
Nestor: Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply
Nestor: Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance
Nestor: Lies the true proof of men. The sea being smooth,
Nestor: How many shallow bauble boats dare sail
Nestor: Upon her patient breast, making their way
Nestor: With those of nobler bulk!
Nestor: But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
Nestor: The gentle Thetis, and anon behold
Nestor: The strong-ribbed bark through liquid mountains cut,
Nestor: Bounding between the two moist elements,
Nestor: Like Perseus’ horse. Where’s then the saucy boat
Nestor: Whose weak untimbered sides but even now
Nestor: Corrivaled greatness? Either to harbor fled
Nestor: Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so
Nestor: Doth valor’s show and valor’s worth divide
Nestor: In storms of Fortune. For in her ray and brightness
Nestor: The herd hath more annoyance by the breese
Nestor: Than by the tiger, but when the splitting wind
Nestor: Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks,
Nestor: And flies flee under shade, why, then the thing of courage,
Nestor: As roused with rage, with rage doth sympathize,
Nestor: And with an accent tuned in selfsame key
Nestor: Retorts to chiding Fortune.
Nestor: Most wisely hath Ulysses here discovered
Nestor: The fever whereof all our power is sick.
Nestor: And in the imitation of these twain,
Nestor: Who, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns
Nestor: With an imperial voice, many are infect:
Nestor: Ajax is grown self-willed and bears his head
Nestor: In such a rein, in full as proud a place
Nestor: As broad Achilles; keeps his tent like him,
Nestor: Makes factious feasts; rails on our state of war,
Nestor: Bold as an oracle, and sets Thersites—
Nestor: A slave whose gall coins slanders like a mint—
Nestor: To match us in comparisons with dirt,
Nestor: To weaken and discredit our exposure,
Nestor: How rank soever rounded in with danger.
Nestor: Let this be granted, and Achilles’ horse
Nestor: Makes many Thetis’ sons.
Nestor: Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man
Nestor: When Hector’s grandsire sucked. He is old now,
Nestor: But if there be not in our Grecian host
Nestor: A noble man that hath one spark of fire
Nestor: To answer for his love, tell him from me
Nestor: I’ll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver
Nestor: And in my vambrace put my withered brawns
Nestor: And, meeting him, will tell him that my lady
Nestor: Was fairer than his grandam and as chaste
Nestor: As may be in the world. His youth in flood,
Nestor: I’ll prove this troth with my three drops of blood.
Nestor: What says Ulysses?
Nestor: What is ’t?
Nestor: Well, and how?
Nestor: True. The purpose is perspicuous as substance
Nestor: Whose grossness little characters sum up;
Nestor: And, in the publication, make no strain
Nestor: But that Achilles, were his brain as barren
Nestor: As banks of Libya— though, Apollo knows,
Nestor: ’Tis dry enough— will, with great speed of judgment,
Nestor: Ay, with celerity, find Hector’s purpose
Nestor: Pointing on him.
Nestor: Why, ’tis most meet. Who may you else oppose
Nestor: That can from Hector bring his honor off
Nestor: If not Achilles? Though ’t be a sportful combat,
Nestor: Yet in the trial much opinion dwells,
Nestor: For here the Trojans taste our dear’st repute
Nestor: With their fin’st palate. And, trust to me, Ulysses,
Nestor: Our imputation shall be oddly poised
Nestor: In this vile action. For the success,
Nestor: Although particular, shall give a scantling
Nestor: Of good or bad unto the general;
Nestor: And in such indexes, although small pricks
Nestor: To their subsequent volumes, there is seen
Nestor: The baby figure of the giant mass
Nestor: Of things to come at large. It is supposed
Nestor: He that meets Hector issues from our choice;
Nestor: And choice, being mutual act of all our souls,
Nestor: Makes merit her election and doth boil,
Nestor: As ’twere from forth us all, a man distilled
Nestor: Out of our virtues, who, miscarrying,
Nestor: What heart receives from hence a conquering part
Nestor: To steel a strong opinion to themselves?—
Nestor: Which entertained, limbs are his instruments,
Nestor: In no less working than are swords and bows
Nestor: Directive by the limbs.
Nestor: I see them not with my old eyes. What are they?
Nestor: Now, Ulysses, I begin to relish thy advice,
Nestor: And I will give a taste thereof forthwith
Nestor: To Agamemnon. Go we to him straight.
Nestor: Two curs shall tame each other; pride alone
Nestor: Must tar the mastiffs on, as ’twere a bone.
Nestor: What moves Ajax thus to bay at him?
Nestor: Who, Thersites?
Nestor: Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have lost his argument.
Nestor: All the better. Their fraction is more our wish than their faction. But it was a strong composure a fool could disunite.
Nestor: No Achilles with him.
Nestor: And yet he loves himself. Is ’t not strange?
Nestor: O, this is well; he rubs the vein of him.
Nestor: How he describes himself!
Nestor: An ’twould, you’d carry half.
Nestor: He’s not yet through warm. Force him with praises. Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry.
Nestor: Our noble general, do not do so.
Nestor: Wherefore should you so?
Nestor: He is not emulous, as Achilles is.
Nestor: What a vice were it in Ajax now—
Nestor: Ay, my good son.
Nestor: Would you, my lord, aught with the General?
Nestor: Nothing, my lord.
Nestor: Our general doth salute you with a kiss.
Nestor: And very courtly counsel. I’ll begin.
Nestor: So much for Nestor.
Nestor: A woman of quick sense.
Nestor: The Trojan’s trumpet.
Nestor: Now, Ajax, hold thine own!
Nestor: I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft,
Nestor: Laboring for destiny, make cruel way
Nestor: Through ranks of Greekish youth; and I have seen thee,
Nestor: As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed,
Nestor: Despising many forfeits and subduments,
Nestor: When thou hast hung thy advanced sword i’ th’ air,
Nestor: Not letting it decline on the declined,
Nestor: That I have said to some my standers-by
Nestor: “ Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life!”
Nestor: And I have seen thee pause and take thy breath
Nestor: When that a ring of Greeks have hemmed thee in,
Nestor: Like an Olympian wrestling. This have I seen.
Nestor: But this thy countenance, still locked in steel,
Nestor: I never saw till now. I knew thy grandsire
Nestor: And once fought with him; he was a soldier good,
Nestor: But, by great Mars, the captain of us all,
Nestor: Never like thee! O, let an old man embrace thee;
Nestor: And, worthy warrior, welcome to our tents.
Nestor: I would my arms could match thee in contention
Nestor: As they contend with thee in courtesy.
Nestor: Ha! By this white beard, I’d fight with thee tomorrow.
Nestor: Well, welcome, welcome. I have seen the time!
Nestor: Go, bear Patroclus’ body to Achilles,
Nestor: And bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shame.
Nestor: There is a thousand Hectors in the field.
Nestor: Now here he fights on Galathe his horse,
Nestor: And here lacks work; anon he’s there afoot
Nestor: And there they fly or die, like scalèd schools
Nestor: Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,
Nestor: And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Nestor: Fall down before him like a mower’s swath.
Nestor: Here, there, and everywhere he leaves and takes,
Nestor: Dexterity so obeying appetite
Nestor: That what he will he does, and does so much
Nestor: That proof is called impossibility.
Nestor: So, so, we draw together.
Nestor: Peace, drums!
Ulysses: Agamemnon,
Ulysses: Thou great commander, nerves and bone of Greece,
Ulysses: Heart of our numbers, soul and only sprite,
Ulysses: In whom the tempers and the minds of all
Ulysses: Should be shut up, hear what Ulysses speaks.
Ulysses: Besides th’ applause and approbation,
Ulysses: The which, most mighty for thy place and sway,
Ulysses: And thou most reverend for thy stretched-out life,
Ulysses: I give to both your speeches, which were such
Ulysses: As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece
Ulysses: Should hold up high in brass; and such again
Ulysses: As venerable Nestor, hatched in silver,
Ulysses: Should with a bond of air, strong as the axletree
Ulysses: On which heaven rides, knit all the Greekish ears
Ulysses: To his experienced tongue, yet let it please both,
Ulysses: Thou great, and wise, to hear Ulysses speak.
Ulysses: Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down,
Ulysses: And the great Hector’s sword had lacked a master
Ulysses: But for these instances:
Ulysses: The specialty of rule hath been neglected,
Ulysses: And look how many Grecian tents do stand
Ulysses: Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions.
Ulysses: When that the general is not like the hive
Ulysses: To whom the foragers shall all repair,
Ulysses: What honey is expected? Degree being vizarded,
Ulysses: Th’ unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask.
Ulysses: The heavens themselves, the planets, and this center
Ulysses: Observe degree, priority, and place,
Ulysses: Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,
Ulysses: Office, and custom, in all line of order.
Ulysses: And therefore is the glorious planet Sol
Ulysses: In noble eminence enthroned and sphered
Ulysses: Amidst the other, whose med’cinable eye
Ulysses: Corrects the influence of evil planets,
Ulysses: And posts, like the commandment of a king,
Ulysses: Sans check, to good and bad. But when the planets
Ulysses: In evil mixture to disorder wander,
Ulysses: What plagues and what portents, what mutiny,
Ulysses: What raging of the sea, shaking of Earth,
Ulysses: Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors
Ulysses: Divert and crack, rend and deracinate
Ulysses: The unity and married calm of states
Ulysses: Quite from their fixture! O, when degree is shaked,
Ulysses: Which is the ladder of all high designs,
Ulysses: The enterprise is sick. How could communities,
Ulysses: Degrees in schools and brotherhoods in cities,
Ulysses: Peaceful commerce from dividable shores,
Ulysses: The primogeneity and due of birth,
Ulysses: Prerogative of age, crowns, scepters, laurels,
Ulysses: But by degree stand in authentic place?
Ulysses: Take but degree away, untune that string,
Ulysses: And hark what discord follows. Each thing meets
Ulysses: In mere oppugnancy. The bounded waters
Ulysses: Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores
Ulysses: And make a sop of all this solid globe;
Ulysses: Strength should be lord of imbecility,
Ulysses: And the rude son should strike his father dead;
Ulysses: Force should be right, or, rather, right and wrong,
Ulysses: Between whose endless jar justice resides,
Ulysses: Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Ulysses: Then everything includes itself in power,
Ulysses: Power into will, will into appetite,
Ulysses: And appetite, an universal wolf,
Ulysses: So doubly seconded with will and power,
Ulysses: Must make perforce an universal prey
Ulysses: And last eat up himself. Great Agamemnon,
Ulysses: This chaos, when degree is suffocate,
Ulysses: Follows the choking.
Ulysses: And this neglection of degree it is
Ulysses: That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose
Ulysses: It hath to climb. The General’s disdained
Ulysses: By him one step below, he by the next,
Ulysses: That next by him beneath; so every step,
Ulysses: Exampled by the first pace that is sick
Ulysses: Of his superior, grows to an envious fever
Ulysses: Of pale and bloodless emulation.
Ulysses: And ’tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot,
Ulysses: Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length,
Ulysses: Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength.
Ulysses: The great Achilles, whom opinion crowns
Ulysses: The sinew and the forehand of our host,
Ulysses: Having his ear full of his airy fame,
Ulysses: Grows dainty of his worth and in his tent
Ulysses: Lies mocking our designs. With him Patroclus,
Ulysses: Upon a lazy bed, the live-long day
Ulysses: Breaks scurril jests,
Ulysses: And with ridiculous and silly action,
Ulysses: Which, slanderer, he imitation calls,
Ulysses: He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon,
Ulysses: Thy topless deputation he puts on,
Ulysses: And, like a strutting player whose conceit
Ulysses: Lies in his hamstring and doth think it rich
Ulysses: To hear the wooden dialogue and sound
Ulysses: ’Twixt his stretched footing and the scaffollage,
Ulysses: Such to-be-pitied and o’erwrested seeming
Ulysses: He acts thy greatness in; and when he speaks,
Ulysses: ’Tis like a chime a-mending, with terms unsquared
Ulysses: Which from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropped
Ulysses: Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff,
Ulysses: The large Achilles, on his pressed bed lolling,
Ulysses: From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause,
Ulysses: Cries “ Excellent! ’Tis Agamemnon right.
Ulysses: Now play me Nestor; hem and stroke thy beard,
Ulysses: As he being dressed to some oration.”
Ulysses: That’s done, as near as the extremest ends
Ulysses: Of parallels, as like as Vulcan and his wife;
Ulysses: Yet god Achilles still cries “ Excellent!
Ulysses: ’Tis Nestor right. Now play him me, Patroclus,
Ulysses: Arming to answer in a night alarm.”
Ulysses: And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age
Ulysses: Must be the scene of mirth— to cough and spit,
Ulysses: And, with a palsy fumbling on his gorget,
Ulysses: Shake in and out the rivet. And at this sport
Ulysses: Sir Valor dies, cries “ O, enough, Patroclus,
Ulysses: Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all
Ulysses: In pleasure of my spleen.” And in this fashion,
Ulysses: All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes,
Ulysses: Severals and generals of grace exact,
Ulysses: Achievements, plots, orders, preventions,
Ulysses: Excitements to the field, or speech for truce,
Ulysses: Success or loss, what is or is not, serves
Ulysses: As stuff for these two to make paradoxes.
Ulysses: They tax our policy and call it cowardice,
Ulysses: Count wisdom as no member of the war,
Ulysses: Forestall prescience, and esteem no act
Ulysses: But that of hand. The still and mental parts
Ulysses: That do contrive how many hands shall strike
Ulysses: When fitness calls them on and know by measure
Ulysses: Of their observant toil the enemy’s weight—
Ulysses: Why, this hath not a fingers dignity.
Ulysses: They call this bed-work, mapp’ry, closet war;
Ulysses: So that the ram that batters down the wall,
Ulysses: For the great swinge and rudeness of his poise,
Ulysses: They place before his hand that made the engine
Ulysses: Or those that with the fineness of their souls
Ulysses: By reason guide his execution.
Ulysses: Amen.
Ulysses: Nestor.
Ulysses: I have a young conception in my brain;
Ulysses: Be you my time to bring it to some shape.
Ulysses: This ’tis:
Ulysses: Blunt wedges rive hard knots; the seeded pride
Ulysses: That hath to this maturity blown up
Ulysses: In rank Achilles must or now be cropped
Ulysses: Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil
Ulysses: To overbulk us all.
Ulysses: This challenge that the gallant Hector sends,
Ulysses: However it is spread in general name,
Ulysses: Relates in purpose only to Achilles.
Ulysses: And wake him to the answer, think you?
Ulysses: Give pardon to my speech: therefore ’tis meet
Ulysses: Achilles meet not Hector. Let us like merchants
Ulysses: First show foul wares and think perchance they’ll sell;
Ulysses: If not, the luster of the better shall exceed
Ulysses: By showing the worse first. Do not consent
Ulysses: That ever Hector and Achilles meet,
Ulysses: For both our honor and our shame in this
Ulysses: Are dogged with two strange followers.
Ulysses: What glory our Achilles shares from Hector,
Ulysses: Were he not proud, we all should share with him;
Ulysses: But he already is too insolent,
Ulysses: And it were better parch in Afric sun
Ulysses: Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes
Ulysses: Should he scape Hector fair. If he were foiled,
Ulysses: Why then we do our main opinion crush
Ulysses: In taint of our best man. No, make a lott’ry,
Ulysses: And, by device, let blockish Ajax draw
Ulysses: The sort to fight with Hector. Among ourselves
Ulysses: Give him allowance for the better man,
Ulysses: For that will physic the great Myrmidon,
Ulysses: Who broils in loud applause, and make him fall
Ulysses: His crest that prouder than blue Iris bends.
Ulysses: If the dull brainless Ajax come safe off,
Ulysses: We’ll dress him up in voices; if he fail,
Ulysses: Yet go we under our opinion still
Ulysses: That we have better men. But, hit or miss,
Ulysses: Our project’s life this shape of sense assumes:
Ulysses: Ajax employed plucks down Achilles’ plumes.
Ulysses: We saw him at the opening of his tent.
Ulysses: He is not sick.
Ulysses: Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him.
Ulysses: He.
Ulysses: No. You see, he is his argument that has his argument: Achilles.
Ulysses: The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.
Ulysses: Here comes Patroclus.
Ulysses: The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.
Ulysses: Achilles will not to the field tomorrow.
Ulysses: He doth rely on none,
Ulysses: But carries on the stream of his dispose,
Ulysses: Without observance or respect of any,
Ulysses: In will peculiar and in self-admission.
Ulysses: Things small as nothing, for request’s sake only,
Ulysses: He makes important. Possessed he is with greatness
Ulysses: And speaks not to himself but with a pride
Ulysses: That quarrels at self-breath. Imagined worth
Ulysses: Holds in his blood such swoll’n and hot discourse
Ulysses: That ’twixt his mental and his active parts
Ulysses: Kingdomed Achilles in commotion rages