AJAX.
I’ll let his humours blood.
AGAMEMNON.
[Aside.] He will be the physician that should be the patient.
AJAX.
And all men were o’ my mind—
ULYSSES.
[Aside.] Wit would be out of fashion.
AJAX.
A’ should not bear it so, a’ should eat’s words first.
Shall pride carry it?
NESTOR.
[Aside.] And ’twould, you’d carry half.
ULYSSES.
[Aside.] A’ would have ten shares.
AJAX.
I will knead him, I’ll make him supple.
NESTOR.
[Aside.] He’s not yet through warm. Force him with praises; pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry.
ULYSSES.
[To Agamemnon.] My lord, you feed too much on this dislike.