Diom. No doubt he does.
Ajax. Do you think so?
Agam. No, noble Ajax; you are as strong, as valiant but much more courteous.
Ajax. Why should a man be proud? I know not what pride is; I hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads.
Diom. [Aside.] 'Tis strange he should, and love himself so well.
Men. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow.
Agam. What's his excuse?
Men. Why, he relies on none
But his own will; possessed he is with vanity.
What should I say? he is so plaguy proud,
That the death-tokens of it are upon him,
And bode there's no recovery.
Enter Ulysses and Nestor.