Troilus and Cressida [with Biographical Introduction]

by William Shakespeare

PATROCLUS. I shall say so to him. [Exit.] ULYSSES. We saw him at the opening of his tent. He is not sick. AJAX. Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart. You may call it melancholy, if you will favour the man; but, by my head, 'tis pride. But why, why? Let him show us a cause. A word, my lord.