Page 2815 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Why we ascribe it to him; yet all his virtues, [115]
Not virtuously of 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 came to speak with him, and you shall not sin [120]
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, [125]
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 add [130]

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 [135]
Before a sleeping giant’. Tell him so.

PATROCLUS
I shall, and bring his answer presently.
Exit.

AGAMEMNON
In second voice we’ll not be satisfied;

We come to speak with him. Ulysses, enter you.
Exit Ulysses.

AJAX
What is he more than another? [140]

AGAMEMNON
No more than what he thinks he is.