_Achil._ Ha! known?[1779] _Ulyss._ Is that a wonder? 195 The providence that's in a watchful state Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold,[1780] Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps,[1781] Keeps place with thought and almost like the gods[1782][1783] Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.[1782][1784] 200 There is a mystery, with whom relation[1785] Durst never meddle, in the soul of state; Which hath an operation more divine Than breath or pen can give expressure to:[1786] All the commerce that you have had with Troy 205 As perfectly is ours as yours, my lord; And better would it fit Achilles much To throw down Hector than Polyxena: But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home, When fame shall in our islands sound her trump;[1787] 210 And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing 'Great Hector's sister did Achilles win, But our great Ajax bravely beat down him.'[1788] Farewell, my lord: I as your lover speak; The fool slides o'er the ice that you should break. [_Exit._[1789] 215 _Patr._ To this effect, Achilles, have I moved you:[1790] A woman impudent and mannish grown Is not more loathed than an effeminate man In time of action. I stand condemn'd for this;[1791] They think my little stomach to the war 220 And your great love to me restrains you thus: Sweet, rouse yourself, and the weak wanton Cupid[1792] Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold,[1793] And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,[1794] Be shook to air.[1795] _Achil._ Shall Ajax fight with Hector? 225 _Patr._ Ay, and perhaps receive much honour by him. _Achil._ I see my reputation is at stake; My fame is shrewdly gored.[1796] _Patr._ O, then, beware; Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves: Omission to do what is necessary 230 Seals a commission to a blank of danger; And danger, like an ague, subtly taints Even then when we sit idly in the sun.[1797] _Achil._ Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus: I'll send the fool to Ajax and desire him 235 To invite the Trojan lords after the combat To see us here unarm'd: I have a woman's longing,[1798] An appetite that I am sick withal, To see great Hector in his weeds of peace;[1799] To talk with him, and to behold his visage, 240 Even to my full of view.--A labour saved! _Enter_ THERSITES.[1800] _Ther._ A wonder![1801] _Achil._ What? _Ther._ Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for himself. _Achil._ How so? 245