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utters! his evasions have ears thus long. I have bobbed his brain, more than he has beat my bones: This lord, Achilles, Ajax,—who wears his wit in his belly, instead of his head, I'll tell you what I say of him.
[AJAX offers to strike him, ACHILLES
interposes. Thersites. Has not so much witAchilles. Nay, I must hold you. Thersites. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for whom he comes to fight.
Achilles. Peace, fool!
Thersites. I would have peace and quietness, but the fool will not: he there; that he; look you there.
Ajax. O thou cur! I shall-
Ajax. I bade the vile owl, go, learn me the tenor of the proclamation, and he rails upon me.
Thersites. I serve thee not.
Achilles. Your last service was sufferance, 'twas not voluntary; no man is beaten voluntary; Ajax was here the voluntary, and you as under an impress.
Thersites. Even so?—a great deal of your wit too lies in your sinews, or else there be liars. Hector shall have a great catch, if he knock out either of your brains; ’a were as good crack a fusty nut with no kernel.
Achilles. What, with me too, Thersites?
Thersites. There's Ulysses, and old Nestor, whose wit was mouldy, ere your grandsires had nails on their toes,— yoke you like draught oxen, and make you plough up the wars.
Achilles. What, what?
Thersites. Yes, good sooth; to, Achilles ! to, Ajax! to! Ajax. I shall cut out your tongue.
Thersites. 'Tis no matter; I shall speak as much as thou afterwards.
Patroclus. No more words, Thersites; peace.
Thersites. I will hold my peace when Achilles' bracho bids me,
shall I? Achilles. There's for
Patroclus. Thersites. I will see you hanged, like clotpoles, ere I come any more to your tents; I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools. [Exit.
Patroclus. A good riddance.
Ajax. Farewell. Who shall answer him?
Achilles. I know not, it is put to lottery; otherwise, He knew his man. Ajax. O, meaning you: I'll go learn more of it.
SCENE II.-TROY. A Room in PRIAM's Palace. Enter PRIAM, HECTOR, TROILUS, PARIS, and HELENUS.
Priam. After so many hours, lives, speeches, spent, Thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks: Deliver Helen, and all damage elseAs honour, loss of time, travel, expense, Wounds, friends, and what else dear that is consum'd In hot digestion of this cormorant war,Shall be struck off :-Hector, what say you to't?
Hector. Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I, As far as toucheth my particular, yet, Dread Priam,
9 Bitch, hound.
There is no lady of more softer bowels,
to suck in the sense of fear,
Let Helen go:
Fye, fye, my brother!
sons, You are so empty of them. Should not our father Bear the great sway of his affairs with reasons, Because your speech hath none, that tells him so? Troilus. You are for dreams and slumbers, brother,
priest, You fur your gloves with reason. Here are your rea
You know, an enemy intends you harm;
And fly like chidden Mercury from Jove,
Hector. Brother, she is not worth what she doth cost The holding
Troilus. What is aught, but as 'tis valued ?
Hector. But value dwells not in particular will;
Troilus. I take to-day a wife, and my election,
the merchant, When we have soil'd them; nor the remainder viands We do not throw in unrespective sieve, Because we now are full. It was thought meet, Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks: Your breath with full consent bellied his sails; The seas and winds (old wranglers) took a truce, And did him service: he touch'd the ports desir'd; And, for an old aunt,* whom the Greeks held captive, He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth and fresh
Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes pale the morning. 2 Caution.
3 Shrink, or ily off. 4 Priam's sister, Hesione.
Why keep we her? the Grecians keep our aunt:
As you must needs, for you all cry'd—Go, go,)
Cassandra. [Within.] Ory, Trojans, cry!
What noise? what shriek is this?
Enter CASSANDRA, raving. Cassandra. Cry, Trojans, cry! lend me ten thousand
Hector. Peace, sister, peace.