_Achil._ This is not strange, Ulysses. The beauty that is borne here in the face[1718] The bearer knows not, but commends itself[1719] To others' eyes: nor doth the eye itself,[1720] 105 That most pure spirit of sense, behold itself,[1720] Not going from itself; but eye to eye opposed[1721] Salutes each other with each other's form:[1722] For speculation turns not to itself, Till it hath travell'd and is married there[1723] 110 Where it may see itself. This is not strange at all.[1724] _Ulyss._ I do not strain at the position--[1725] It is familiar--but at the author's drift;[1726] Who in his circumstance expressly proves That no man is the lord of any thing,[1727] 115 Though in and of him there be much consisting,[1728] Till he communicate his parts to others; Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Till he behold them formed in the applause[1729] Where they're extended; who, like an arch, reverberates[1730] 120 The voice again; or, like a gate of steel Fronting the sun, receives and renders back His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this;[1731] And apprehended here immediately[1731][1732] The unknown Ajax.[1731][1733] 125 Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse;[1731][1733] That has he knows not what. Nature, what things there are,[1731][1733][1734] Most abject in regard and dear in use![1731][1733][1735] What things again most dear in the esteem[1733] And poor in worth! Now shall we see to-morrow--[1733][1736] 130 An act that very chance doth throw upon him--[1733][1736][1737] Ajax renown'd. O heavens, what some men do,[1733][1736][1738] While some men leave to do![1733][1739] How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall,[1739][1740] While others play the idiots in her eyes![1739] 135 How one man eats into another's pride, While pride is fasting in his wantonness![1741] To see these Grecian lords! Why, even already They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder, As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast[1742] 140 And great Troy shrieking.[1743] _Achil._ I do believe it; for they pass'd by me[1744][1745] As misers do by beggars, neither gave to me[1744] Good word nor look: what, are my deeds forgot?[1744][1746]