Nest. What a vice were it in Ajax now—[1505]
Ulyss. If he were proud,—[1506]
Dio. Or covetous of praise,— 230
Ulyss. Ay, or surly borne,—
Dio. Or strange, or self-affected!
Ulyss. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet[1507]
composure;
Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck:[1508]
Famed be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature[1509] 235
Thrice-famed beyond, beyond all erudition:[1510]
But he that disciplined thine arms to fight,[1511]
Let Mars divide eternity in twain,
And give him half: and, for thy vigour,[1512]
Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield 240
To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom,[1513]
Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines[1514]
Thy spacious and dilated parts: here's Nestor,[1515]
Instructed by the antiquary times,[1516]
He must, he is, he cannot but be wise; 245
But pardon, father Nestor, were your days
As green as Ajax', and your brain so temper'd,[1517]
You should not have the eminence of him,
But be as Ajax.[1518]
Ajax. Shall I call you father?
Nest. Ay, my good son.[1519]
Dio. Be ruled by him, Lord Ajax. 250
Ulyss. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles
Keeps thicket. Please it our great general[1520]
To call together all his state of war:[1521]
Fresh kings are come to Troy: to-morrow[1522]
We must with all our main of power stand fast: 255
And here's a lord, come knights from east to west,
And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best.[1523]