Here comes Patroclus.
_Nestor_. No Achilles with him.
_Vlyſ_. The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs
are legs for necessity, not for flexure.
_Patr_. Achilles bids me say he is much sorry
If any thing more than your sport and pleasure
Did move your greatness and this noble state
To call upon him; he hopes it is no other
But for your health and your digestion sake,
An after-dinner’s breath.
_Agam_. Hear you, Patroclus.
We are too well acquainted with these answers;
But his evasion, wing’d thus swift with scorn,
Cannot outfly our apprehensions.
Much attribute he hath, and much the reason
Why we ascribe it to him. Yet all his virtues,
Not virtuously on his own part beheld,
Do in our eyes begin to lose their gloss;
Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish,
Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell him
We come to speak with him; and you shall not sin
If you do say we think him over-proud
And under-honest, in self-assumption greater
Than in the note of judgement; and worthier than himself
Here tend the savage strangeness he puts on,
Disguise the holy strength of their command,
And underwrite in an observing kind
His humorous predominance; yea, watch
His pettish lunes, his ebbs, his flows, as if
The passage and whole carriage of this action
Rode on his tide. Go tell him this, and ad
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:
Bring action hither; this cannot go to war.
A stirring dwarf we do allowance give
Before a sleeping giant. Tell him so.
_Patr_. I shall, and bring his answer presently.
Exit
_Agam_. In second voice we’ll not be satisfied;
We come to speak with him. Vlyſſes, enter you.
Exit Vlyſſes
_Aiax_. What is he more than another?
_Agam_. No more than what he thinks he is.
_Aiax_. Is he so much? Do you not think he thinks himself a better man
than I am?
_Agam_. No question.
_Aiax_. Will you subscribe his thought and say he is?
_Agam_. No, noble Aiax; you are as strong, as valiant, as wise, no less
noble, much more gentle, and altogether more tractable.
_Aiax_. Why should a man be proud? How doth pride grow? I know not what
pride is.
_Agam_. Your mind is the clearer, Aiax, and your virtues the fairer. He
that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his own trumpet,
his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed devours
the deed in the praise.