[Takes Agamemnon aside.]
NESTOR.
What moves Ajax thus to bay at him?
ULYSSES.
Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him.
NESTOR.
Who, Thersites?
ULYSSES.
He.
NESTOR.
Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have lost his argument.
ULYSSES.
No; you see he is his argument that has his argument, Achilles.
NESTOR.
All the better; their fraction is more our wish than their faction. But it was a strong composure a fool could disunite!
ULYSSES.
The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.
Re-enter Patroclus.