I'll pash him o'er the face. O, no, you shall not go. An a' be proud with me, I'll pheeze his pride: Let me go to him. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel. A paltry, insolent fellow! How he describes himself! Can he not be sociable? The raven chides blackness. I'll let his humours blood. He will be the physician that should be the patient. An all men were o' my mind,-- Wit would be out of fashion. A' should not bear it so, a' should eat swords first: shall pride carry it? An 'twould, you'ld carry half. A' would have ten shares. I will knead him; I'll make him supple. He's not yet through warm: force him with praises: pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. My lord, you feed too much on this dislike. Our noble general, do not do so. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Why, 'tis this naming of him does him harm. Here is a man--but 'tis before his face; I will be silent. Wherefore should you so? He is not emulous, as Achilles is. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. A whoreson dog, that shall pelter thus with us! Would he were a Trojan! What a vice were it in Ajax now,-- If he were proud,-- Or covetous of praise,-- Ay, or surly borne,-- Or strange, or self-affected! Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet composure; Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck: Famed be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature Thrice famed, beyond all erudition: But he that disciplined thy arms to fight, Let Mars divide eternity in twain, And give him half: and, for thy vigour, Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom, Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines Thy spacious and dilated parts: here's Nestor; Instructed by the antiquary times, He must, he is, he cannot but be wise: Put pardon, father Nestor, were your days As green as Ajax' and your brain so temper'd, You should not have the eminence of him, But be as Ajax. Shall I call you father? Ay, my good son. Be ruled by him, Lord Ajax. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles Keeps thicket. Please it our great general To call together all his state of war; Fresh kings are come to Troy: to-morrow We must with all our main of power stand fast: