_Ulyss._ [_Aside_] Wit would be out of fashion.[1487][1488] 210 _Ajax._ A' should not bear it so, a' should eat swords[1487][1492] first: shall pride carry it?[1487] _Nest._ [_Aside_] An 'twould, you'ld carry half.[1487][1488][1493] _Ulyss._ [_Aside_] A' would have ten shares.[1487][1488][1494][1495] _Ajax._ I will knead him, I'll make him supple.[1487][1494][1496] 215 _Nest._ [_Aside_] He's not yet through warm: force him[1487][1488][1494][1497] with praises: pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry.[1487][1498] _Ulyss._ [_To Agamemnon_] My lord, you feed too much[1499] on this dislike. _Nest._ Our noble general, do not do so. _Dio._ You must prepare to fight without Achilles. 220 _Ulyss._ Why, 'tis this naming of him does him harm.[1500] Here is a man--but 'tis before his face;[1501] I will be silent.[1501] _Nest._ Wherefore should you so? He is not emulous, as Achilles is. _Ulyss._ Know the whole world, he is as valiant.[1502] 225 _Ajax._ A whoreson dog, that shall palter thus with us![1503] Would he were a Trojan![1504] _Nest._ What a vice were it in Ajax now--[1505] _Ulyss._ If he were proud,--[1506] _Dio._ Or covetous of praise,-- 230 _Ulyss._ Ay, or surly borne,-- _Dio._ Or strange, or self-affected! _Ulyss._ Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet[1507] composure; Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck:[1508] Famed be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature[1509] 235 Thrice-famed beyond, beyond all erudition:[1510] But he that disciplined thine arms to fight,[1511] Let Mars divide eternity in twain, And give him half: and, for thy vigour,[1512] Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield 240 To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom,[1513] Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines[1514] Thy spacious and dilated parts: here's Nestor,[1515] Instructed by the antiquary times,[1516] He must, he is, he cannot but be wise; 245 But pardon, father Nestor, were your days As green as Ajax', and your brain so temper'd,[1517] You should not have the eminence of him, But be as Ajax.[1518] _Ajax._ Shall I call you father? _Nest._ Ay, my good son.[1519] _Dio._ Be ruled by him, Lord Ajax. 250 _Ulyss._ There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles Keeps thicket. Please it our great general[1520] To call together all his state of war:[1521] Fresh kings are come to Troy: to-morrow[1522] We must with all our main of power stand fast: 255 And here's a lord, come knights from east to west, And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best.[1523]