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Hector. Now, youthful Troilus, do not these high
Why, brother Hector,
Paris. Else might the world convince of levity
Paris, you speak Like one besotted on your sweet delights; You have the honey still, but these the gall; So to be valiant, is no praise at all.
Paris. Sir, I propose not merely to myself
But I would have the soil of her fair rape
Hector. Paris, and Troilus, you have both said well:
To have her back return'd: Thus to persist
Troilus. Why, there you touch'd the life of our design:
I am yours,
SCENE III. - The GRECIAN Camp. Before ACHILLES
Enter THERSITES. Thersites. How now, Thersites? what, lost in the labyrinth of thy fury? Shall the elephant Ajax carry it thus? he beats me, and I rail at him: 0 worthy satisfaction! 'would, it were otherwise; that I could 1 Incline. 2 Blustering.
beat him, whilst he railed at me: I'll learn to conjure and raise devils, but I'll see some issue of my spiteful execrations. Then there's Achilles,—a rare engineer. If Troy be not taken, till these two undermine it, the walls will stand till they fall of themselves. Othou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget that thou art Jove the king of gods; and, Mercury, lose all the serpentine craft of thy Caduceus ; 4 if ye take not that little little less-than-little wit from them that they have! which short-armed'ignorance itself knows is so abundant scarce, it will not in circumvention deliver a fly from a spider, without drawing their massy irons, and cutting the web. After this, the vengeance on the whole camp! What, ho! my lord Achilles !
Enter PATROCLUS. Patroclus. Who's there? Thersites? Good Thersites, come in and rail.
Thersites. If I could have remembered a gilt counterfeit, thou wouldest not have slipped out of my contemplation: but it is no matter; Thyself upon thyself! The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue! heaven bless thee from a tutor, and discipline come not near thee! Let thy blood be thy direction till thy death! then if she, that lays thee out, says—thou art a fair corse, I'll be sworn and sworn upon't, she never shrouded any but lazars. Amen. Where's Achilles ?
Patroclus. What, art thou devout? wast thou in prayer?
Thersites. Ay; The heavens hear me!
Achilles. Where, where?-Art thou come? Why, my cheese, my digestion, why hast thou not served thyself
4 The wand of Mercury, which is wreathed with serpents.
in to my table so many meals? Come; what's Agamemnon?
Thersites. Thy commander, Achilles ;—Then tell me, Patroclus, what's Achilles ?
Patroclus. Thy lord, Thersites; Then tell me, I pray thee, what's thyself?
Thersites. Thy knower, Patroclus; Then tell me, Patroclus' what art thou?
Patroclus. Thou mayest tell, that knowest.
Thersites. I'll decline the whole question. Agamemnon commands Achilles ; Achilles is my lord; I am Patroclus' knower; and Patroclus is a fool.
Patroclus. You rascal!
Achilles. He is a privileged man. — Proceed, Thersites.
Thersites. Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; Thersites is a fool; and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a fool.
Achilles. Derive this; come.
Thersites. Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command Achilles; Achilles is a fool to be commanded of Agamemnon; Thersites is a fool to serve such a fool; and Patroclus is a fool positive.
Patroclus. Why am I a fool ?
Thersites. Make that demand of the prover.-It suffices me, thou art. Look you, who comes here?
Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, NESTOR, DIOMEDES, and
AJAX. Achilles. Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody :-Come in with me, Thersites.
[Exit. Thersites. Here is such patchery, such juggling, and such knavery!
Exit. Agamemnon. Where is Achilles ? Putroclus. Within his tent; but ill-dispos’d, my lord. Agamemnon, Let it be known to him, that we are