Page 2844 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

How much in having, or without or in −
Cannot make boast to have that which he hath,
Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection;
As when his virtues shining upon others [100]

Heat them, and they retort that heat again
To the first giver.

ACHILLES
This is not strange, Ulysses.
The beauty that is borne here in the face

The bearer knows not, but commends itself
To others’ eyes; nor doth the eye itself, [105]
That most pure spirit of sense, behold itself,
Not going from itself, but eye to eye opposed
Salutes each other with each other’s form.

For speculation turns not to itself
Till it hath travelled, and is mirrored there [110]
Where it may see itself. This is not strange at all.

ULYSSES
I do not strain at the position −

It is familiar − but at the author’s drift,
Who in his circumstance expressly proves
That no man is the lord of any thing, [115]
Though in and of him there is much consisting,

Till he communicate his parts to others;
Nor doth he of himself know them for aught
Till he behold them formèd in th’applause
Where they’re extended; who like an arch reverb’rate [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,
And apprehended here immediately

The unknown Ajax. Heavens, what a man is there! [125]
A very horse, that has he knows not what!
Nature, what things there are
Most abject in regard, and dear in use!

What things again most dear in the esteem,