Page 2813 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

PATROCLUS

Within his tent, but ill-disposed, my lord. [75]

AGAMEMNON
Let it be known to him that we are here.
He shent our messengers, and we lay by
Our appertainments, visiting of him.

Let him be told so, lest perchance he think
We dare not move the question of our place, [80]
Or know not what we are.

PATROCLUS
I shall so say to him.
Exit.

ULYSSES

We saw him at the opening of his tent:
He is not sick.

AJAX
Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart; you may call it [85] melancholy, if you will
favour the man, but, by my head, ’tis pride; but why, why? Let him show us

the cause − a word, my lord.
He takes Agamemnon aside.

NESTOR
What moves Ajax thus to bay at him?

ULYSSES
Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him. [90]

NESTOR
Who, Thersites?

ULYSSES
He.