_Agam._ We'll execute your purpose and put on 50 A form of strangeness as we pass along; So do each lord, and either greet him not Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way. _Achil._ What, comes the general to speak with me? 55 You know my mind; I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy. _Agam._ What says Achilles? would he aught with us? _Nest._ Would you, my lord, aught with the general? _Achil._ No. _Nest._ Nothing, my lord. 60 _Agam._ The better. [_Exeunt Agamemnon and Nestor._[1698] _Achil._ Good day, good day. _Men._ How do you? how do you? [_Exit._[1699] _Achil._ What, does the cuckold scorn me? _Ajax._ How now, Patroclus! 65 _Achil._ Good morrow, Ajax. _Ajax._ Ha?[1700] _Achil._ Good morrow.[1701] _Ajax._ Ay, and good next day too. [_Exit._[1702] _Achil._ What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles?[1703] 70 _Patr._ They pass by strangely: they were used to bend,[1704] To send their smiles before them to Achilles, To come as humbly as they used to creep[1705][1706] To holy altars.[1705] _Achil._ What, am I poor of late? 'Tis certain, greatness, once fall'n out with fortune, 75 Must fall out with men too: what the declined is, He shall as soon read in the eyes of others As feel in his own fall: for men, like butterflies, Show not their mealy wings but to the summer, And not a man, for being simply man,[1707] 80 Hath any honour, but honour for those honours[1708] That are without him, as place, riches, and favour,[1709] Prizes of accident as oft as merit: Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, The love that lean'd on them as slippery too,[1710] 85 Do one pluck down another and together[1711][1712] Die in the fall. But 'tis not so with me:[1712] Fortune and I are friends: I do enjoy At ample point all that I did possess, Save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find out 90 Something not worth in me such rich beholding[1713] As they have often given. Here is Ulysses: I'll interrupt his reading.[1714] How now, Ulysses![1714] _Ulyss._ Now, great Thetis' son![1715] _Achil._ What are you reading? _Ulyss._ A strange fellow here 95 Writes me: 'That man, how dearly ever parted, How much in having, or without or in, Cannot make boast to have that which he hath, Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection; As when his virtues shining upon others[1716] 100 Heat them, and they retort that heat again To the first giver.'[1717]