unplausive

Achilles stands i’ th’ entrance of his tent .
Please it our General pass strangely by him
As if he were forgot , and , princes all ,
Lay negligent and loose regard upon him .
I will come last . ’Tis like he’ll question me
Why such unplausive eyes are bent , why turned on
him .
If so , I have derision medicinable
To use between your strangeness and his pride ,
Which his own will shall have desire to drink .
It may do good ; pride hath no other glass
To show itself but pride , for supple knees
Feed arrogance and are the proud man’s fees .