_Agam._ Hear you, Patroclus:[1441] We are too well acquainted with these answers: But his evasion, wing'd thus swift with scorn,[1442] Cannot outfly our apprehensions. 110 Much attribute he hath, and much the reason Why we ascribe it to him: yet all his virtues,[1443] Not virtuously on his own part beheld,[1444] Do in our eyes begin to lose their gloss, Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish,[1445] 115 Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell him, We come to speak with him; and you shall not sin,[1446] If you do say we think him over-proud And under-honest; in self-assumption greater[1447] Than in the note of judgement; and worthier than himself[1447][1448] 120 Here tend the savage strangeness he puts on,[1449][1450] Disguise the holy strength of their command,[1450] And underwrite in an observing kind[1451] His humorous predominance; yea, watch His pettish lunes, his ebbs, his flows, as if[1452] 125 The passage and whole carriage of this action[1453] Rode on his tide. Go tell him this, and add, 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:[1454] 130 'Bring action hither, this cannot go to war:[1454][1455] A stirring dwarf we do allowance give[1454] Before a sleeping giant:' tell him so.[1454] _Patr._ I shall; and bring his answer presently. [_Exit._[1456] _Agam._ In second voice we'll not be satisfied; 135 We come to speak with him. Ulysses, enter you. [_Exit Ulysses._[1457] _Ajax._ What is he more than another? _Agam._ 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? 140 _Agam._ No question. _Ajax._ Will you subscribe his thought and say he is? _Agam._ No, noble Ajax; you are as strong, as valiant, as wise, no less noble, much more gentle and altogether[1458] more tractable. 145 _Ajax._ Why should a man be proud? How doth pride grow? I know not what pride is.[1459] _Agam._ Your mind is the clearer, Ajax, and your virtues[1460] the fairer. He that is proud eats up himself: pride is[1461] his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and 150 whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in[1462] the praise. _Ajax._ I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering[1463] of toads. _Nest._ [_Aside_] Yet he loves himself: is't not strange? 155 _Re-enter_ ULYSSES.[1464] _Ulyss._ Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. _Agam._ What's his excuse?