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The sort' to fight with Hector : Among ourselves, Ajax. Thou stool for a witch!
Ther. Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord ! thou For that will physic the great Myrmidon, hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows; an Who broils in loud applause; and make him fall assinego may tutor thee: Thou scurvy valiant ass, His crest, that prouder than blue Iris bends. thou art here put to thrash Trojans; and thou art If the dull brainless Ajax come safe off,
bought and sold among those of any wit, like a We'll dress him up in voices: If he fail,
Barbarian slave. If thou uses to beat me, I will Yet go we under our opinion still
begin at thy heel, and tell what thou art by inches, That we have better men. But, hit or miss, thou thing of no bowels, thou! Our project's life this shape of sense assumes, Ajax. You dog! Ajax, employ'd, plucks down Achilles' plumes. Ther. You scurvy lord! Nést. Ulysses,
Ajax. You cur!
[Beating him. Now I begin to relish thy advice;
Ther. Mars his idiot! do, rudeness; do, camel ; And I will give a taste to it forthwith
do, do. To Agamemnon: go we to him straight. Two curs shall tame cach other; Pride alone
Enter Achilles and Patrocles. Must tarres the mastiffs on, as 'twere their bone. Achil. Why, how now, Ajax? wherefore do you
thus? How now, Thersites? what's the matter, man?
Ther. You see him there, do you?
Achil. Ay; what's the matter?
Ther. Nay, look upon him.
Achil. So I do; What's the matter?
Ther. Nav, but regard him well.
Achil. Welí, why I do so.
Ther. But yet you look not well upon him: for, Ajar. Thersites,
whosoever you take him to be, he is Ajax. Ther. Agamemnon-how if he had boils ? full, Achil. I know that, fool. all over, generally ?
Ther. Ay, but that fool knows not himself. Ajax. Thersites,
Ajax. Therefore I beat thee, Ther. And those boils did run ?-Say so,-did Ther. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he not the general run then ? were not that a botchy utters! his evasions have ears thus long. I have sore?
bobbed his brain, more than he has beat my bones: Ajar. Dog,
I will buy nine sparrows for a penny, and his pia Ther. Then would come some matter from him; mater is not worth the ninth part of a sparrow. I see none now.
This lord, Achilles, Ajax,-- who wears his wit in Ajar. Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not hear? his belly, and his guts in his head, -I'll tell you Feel then.
[Strikes him. what I say of him. Ther. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou Achil. What? mongrel beef-witted lord!
Ther. I say, this Ajax Ajar. Speak then, thou unsalted leaven, speak: (Ajax offers to strike him, Achilles interposes. I will beat thee into handsomeness.
Achil. Nay, good Ajax. Ther. I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holi Ther. Has not so much witness : but, I think, thy horse will sooner con an Achil. Nay, I must hold you. oration, than thou learn a prayer without book. Ther. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, Thou canst strike, carist thou? a red murrain o’thy for whom he comes to fight. jade's tricks!
Achil. Peace, fool! Ajar. Toads-stool, learn me the proclamation. Ther. I would have peace and quietness, but
Ther. Dost thou think, I have no sense, thou the fool will not : he there; that he ; look you there. strikest me thus ?
Bjar. O thou damned cur! I shallAjar. The proclamation,
Achil. Will you sct your wit to a fool's ? Ther. Thou art proclaimed a fool, I think. Ther. No, I warrant you; for a fool's will shame it. Ajar. Do not, porcupine, do not; my fingers itch. Palr. Good words, Thersites.
Ther. I would thou didst itch from head to foot, Achil, What's the quarrel ? and I had the scratching of thee; I would make Ajar. I bade the vile owl, go learn me the tenor thee the loathsomest scab in Greece. When thou of the proclamation, and he rails upon me, art forth in the incursions, thou strikcst as slow as Ther. I serve thee not. another.
Njax. Well, go to, go to. Ajar. I say, the proclamation,
Ther. I serve here voluntary. Ther. Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Achil. Your last service was sufferance, 'twas Achilles, and thou art as full of envy at his great- not voluntary; no man is beaten voluntary'; Ajax ness, as Cerberus is at Proserpina's beauty, ay, that was here the voluntary, and you as under an imthou barkest at him.
press. Ajax. Mistress Thersites!
Ther. Even so?–a great deal of your wit too Ther. Thou shouldest strike him.
lics in your sinews, or else there be liars. Hector Ajar. Cobloaf!
shall have a great catch, if he knock out either of Ther. He would pun“ thee into shivers with his vour brains; a' were as good crack a susty nut with fist, as a sailor breaks a biscuit.
no kernel. Ajax. You whoreson cur ! [Beating him. Achil. What, with me too, Thersites? Ther. Do, do.
Ther. There's Ulysses, and old Nestor, -whose (2) Character. (3) Provoke. (6) Continue. (4) Pound.
(7) The membrane that protects the brain. (5) Ass, a cant term for a foolish fellow
wit was mouldy ere your grandsires had nails on Bear the great sway of his affairs with reasons, their toes,—yoke you like draught oxen, and make Because your speech hath none, that tells him so? you plough up the wars.
Tro. You are for dreams and slumbers, brother Achil. What, what?
priest, Ther. Yes, good sooth: To, Achilles ! to, Ajax! to! You fur your gloves with reason. Here are your Ajar. I shall cut out your tongue.
Ther. 'Tis no matter; I shall speak as much as You know, an enemy intends you harm; thou afterwards,
You know, a sword employ'd is perilous, Patr. No more words, Thersites; peace. And reason flies the object of all harm:
Ther. I will hold my peace when Achilles' brach' Who marvels then, when Helenus beholds bids me, shall I ?
Grecian and his sword, if he do set Achil. There's for you, Patroclus.
The very wings of reason to his heels; Ther. I will see you hanged, like clotpoles, ere And fly like chidden Mercury from Jove, I come any more to your tents; I will keep where Or like a star dis-orb'd ?-Nay, if we talk of reason, there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools. Let's shut our gates, and sleep: Manhood and
honour Patr. A good riddance.
Should have hare hearts, would they but fat their Achil. Marry, this, sir, is proclaimed through all thoughts our host :
With this cramm'd reason: reason and respect That Hector, by the first hour of the sun,
Make livers pale, and lustihood deject. Will, with a trumpet, 'twixt our tents and Troy, Hect. Broiher, she is not worth what she doth cost To-morrow morning call some knight to arms, The holding. That hath a stomach; and such a one, that dare Tro. What is aught, but as 'tis valued ? Maintain-I know not what; 'tis trash: Farewell. Hect. But value dwells not in particular will:
Ajax. Farewell. Who shall answer him? It holds his estimate and dignity.
As in the prizer: 'tis mad idolatry,
[Exeunt. And the will dotes, that is attributive SCENE II.—Troy. A room in Priam's palace. Without some image of the affected merit.
To what infectiously itself affects, Enter Priam, Hector, Troilus, Paris, and He
Tro. I take to-day a wife, and my election lenus.
Is led on in the conduct of my will;
Or will and judgment: How may I avoid,
Although my will distaste what it elected, Wounds, friends, and what else dear that is con- The wife I chose ? there can be no erasion sum'd
To blench4 from this, and to stand firm by honour: In hot digestion of this cormorant war,
We turn not back the silks upon the merchant, Shall be struck off :-Hector, what say you to't ? When we have soil'd them; nor the remainder Hector. Though no man lesser fears the Greeks viands than I,
We do not throw in unrespective sieve, As far as toucheth my particular, yet,
Because we now are full. It was thought meet, Dread Priam,
Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks: There is no lady of more softer bowels,
Your breath with full consent bellied his sails; More spungy to suck in the sense of fear,
The seas and winds (old wranglers) took a truce, More ready to cry out-Who knows what follows ? And did him service: he touch'd the ports desir'd; Than Hector is : The wound of peace is surety, And, for an old aunt, whom the Greeks held capSurety secure; but modest doubt is call'd
tive, The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth and To the bottom of the worst. Let Helen go:
freshness Since the first sword was drawn about this question, Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes pale the morning. Every tithe soul, ʼmongst many thousand dismes, Why keep we her? the Grecians keep our aunt: Hath been as dear as Helen; I mean, of ours: Is she worth keeping? why, she is a pearl, If we have lost so many tenths of ours,
Whose price hath launchi'd above a thousand ships, To guard a thing not ours; not worth to us, And turn'd crown'd kings to merchants. Had it our name, the value of one ten;
If you'll avouch, 'twas wisdom Paris went What merit's in that reason, which denies
(As you must needs, for you all cry'd-Go, go,) The yielding of her up?
If you'll confess, he brought home noble prize Tro.
Fie, fie, my brother! (As you must needs, for you all clapp'd your hands,
The issue of your proper wisdoms rate;
Beggar the estimation which you priz'd
Richer than sea and land ? O'theft most base ;
That we have stolen what we do fear to keep ?
But, thieves, unworthy of a thing so stolen,
so sharpe at That in their country did them that disgrace, reasons,
We fear to warrant in our native place! You are so empty of them. Should not our father Cas. [1Vilhin.] Cry, Trojans, cry!
What noise ? what shriek is this! (1) Bitch, hound. (2) Tenths. (3) Caution, (4) Shrink, or fly off.
(5) Basket. (6) Priam's sister, Hesione,
Tro. 'Tis our mad sister, I do know her voice.
Well may we fight for her, whom, we know well,
The world's large spaces cannot parallel.
Hect. Paris, and Troilus, you have both said well:
And on the cause and question now in hand
Have gloz’d,"_but superficially; not much
Unfit to hear moral philosophy :
The reasons, you allege, do more conduce
To the hot passion of distemper'd blood,
'Twixt right and wrong; For pleasure and revenge Soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry,
Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice
Or any true decision. Nature craves,
All dues be render'd to their owners; Now
And that great minds, of partial indulgence
, cry! Troy burns, or else let Helen go. (Exit. To their benumbed wills, resist the same ;
To curb those raging appetites that are
Most disobedient and refractory:
As it is known she is,-these moral laws
of nature, and of nations, speak aloud
To have her back return'd: Thus to persist
Why, brother Hector, In doing wrong, extenuates not wrong,
I would not wish a drop of Trojan blood
A spur to valiant and magnanimous deeds;
And fame, in time to come, canonize us :
As smiles upon the forehead of this action,
I am yours, And had as ample power as I have will,
You valiant offspring of great Priamus.-
The dull and factious nobles of the Greeks,
Paris, you speak Will strike amazement to their drowsy spirits :
This, I presume, will wake him. (Exeunt. Par. Sir, I propose not merely to myself The pleasures such a beauty brings with it;
SCENE III.—The Grecian camp. Before AchilBut Í would have the soil of her fair rape
les' lent. Enter Thersites. Wipd off, in honourable keeping her.
Ther. How now, Thersites? what, lost in the What treason were it to the ransack'd queen, labyrinth of thy fury? shall the elephant Ajax carDisgrace to your great worths, and shame to me, ry it thus ? he beats me, and I rail at him : 0 worNow to deliver her possession up,
thy satisfaction ! 'would, it were otherwise ; that I On terms of base compulsion? Can it be, could beat him, whilst he railed at me: 'Sfoot, l'II That so degenerate a strain as this
learn to conjure and raise devils, but I'll see some Should once set footing in your generous bosoms; issue of my spiteful execrations. Then there's There's not the meanest spirit on our party,
Achilles,-a rare engineer. If Troy be not taken Without a heart to dare, or sword to draw, till these two undermine it, the walls will stand When Helen is defended; nor none so noble, till they fall of themselves. O thou great thunderWhose life were ill bestow'd, or death unfam'd, darter of Olympus, forget that thou art Jove the Where Helen is the subject: then, I say,
king of gods; and, Mercury, lose all the serpen(1) Corrupt, change to a worse state.
(7) Incline to, as a question of honour.
(8) Blustering. (9) Envy.
tine craft of thy caduceus ;' if ye take not that little | Ther. Here is such patchery, such juggling, and little less than little wit from them that they have ! such knavery! all the argument is, a cuckold, and which short-armed ignorance itself knows is so a whore; A good quarrel, to draw emulousá facabundant scarce, it will not in circumvention de- tions, and bleed to death upon. Now the dry serliver a fly from a spider, without drawing their pigos on the subject! and war, and lechery, conmassy irons, and cutting the web. After this, the found all !
[Erit. vengeance on the whole camp! or, rather, the bone Agam. Where is Achilles ? ache! for that, methinks, is the curse dependent on Patr. Within his tent; but ill-dispos’d, my lord. those that war for a placket. I have said my prayers; Agam. Let it be known to him, that we are here. and devil, envy, say Amen.-What, ho! my lord He shente our messengers; and we lay by Achilles !
Our appertainments, visiting of him:
Let him be told so; lest, perchance, he think
We dare not move the question of our place, Patr. Who's there? Thersites? Good Thersites, Or know not what we are. come in and rail.
I shall say so to him. Ther. If I could have remembered a gilt coun
[Erit. terfeit, thou wouldest not have slipped out of my Ulyss. We saw him at the opening of his tent; contemplation : but it is no matter; Thyself upon He is not sick. thyself! The common curse of mankind, folly and Ajar. Yes, lion--ick, sick of proud heart: you ignorance, be thine in great revenue! heaven bless may call it melancholy, if you will favour the man; thee from a tutor, and discipline come not near but, by my head, 'tis pride : But why, why ? let thee! Let thy blood be thy direction till thy death! him show us a cause.-A word, my lord. then if she, that lays thee out, says-thou art a fair
[Takes Agamemnon aside, corse, I'll be sworn and sworn upon’t, she never Nest. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him? shrouded any but lazars." Amen. - Where's Achil Ulyss. Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him. les ?
Nest. Who? Thersites? Patr. What, art thou devout? wast thou in Ulyss. He. prayer?
Nest. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have Ther. Ay; the heavens hear me !
lost his argument, Enter Achilles.
Ulyss. No, you see, he is his argument, that has
his argument; Achilles. Achil. Who's there?
Nest. All the better; their fraction is more our Patr. Thersites, my lord.
wish, than their faction: But it was a strong comAchil
. Where, where ?-Art thou come! Why, posure, a fool could disunite. my cheese, my digestion, why hast thou not served Ulyss. The amity, that wisdom knits not, folly thyself in to my table so many meals ? Come; what's may easily untie. Here comes Patroclus. Agamemnon? Ther. Thy commander, Achilles ;—Then tell
Re-enter Patroclus. me, Patroclus, what's Achilles ?
Nest. No Achilles with him. Patr. Thy lord, Thersites; Then tell me, I pray Ulyss. The elephant hath joints, but none for thee, what's thyself?
courtesy: bis legs are legs for necessity, not for Ther. Thy knower, Patroclus; Then tell me, flexure. Patroclus, what art thou?
Patr. Achilles bids me say—he is much sorry, Patr. That mayest tell, that knowest.
If any thing more than your sport and pleasure Achil. O, tell, tell.
Did move your greatness, and this noble state, Ther. I'll decline the whole question. Agamem- To call upon him; he hopes, it is no other, non commands Achilles; Achilles is my lord; I am But, for your health and your digestion's sake, Patroclus' knower; and Patroclus is a fool. An aster-dinner's breath. Patr. You rascal !
Hear you, Patroclus;Ther. Peace, fool; I have not done.
We are too well acquainted with these answers; Achil. He is a privileged man.-Proceed, Ther- But his evasion, wing d thus swist with scorn, sites.
Cannot outlly our apprehensions. Ther. Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; Much attribute he hath ; and much the reason Thersites is a fool; and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is Why we ascribe it to him: yet all his virtues,a fool.
Not virtuously on his own part beheld, Achil. Derive this; come.
Do, in our eyes, begin to lose their gloss ; Ther. Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command Yes, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish, Achilles ; Achilles is a fool to be commanded of Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell him, Agamemnon; Thersites is a fool to serve such a We come to speak with him : And you shall not sin, fool; and Patroclus is a fool positive.
If you do say--we think him over-proud, Patr. Why am I a fool ?
And under-honest; in self-assumption greater, Ther. Make that demand of the prover.-It suf- Than in the note of judgment; and worthier than thou art. Look you, who comes here?
himself Enter Agamem ion, Ulysses, Nestor, Diomedes, and Disguise the holy strength of their command,
Here tend to the savage strangeness" he puts on; Ajax.
And underwriter in a deserving kind Achil. Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody;- His humorous predominance; yea, watch Come in with me, Thersites.
[Exit. His pettish lunes,'3 his ebbs, his flows, as if (1) The wand of Mercury, which is wreathed (6) Rebuked, rated. with serpents.
(7) Appendage of rank or dignity. (2) Passions, natural propensities.
(8) Subject. (9) Exercise. (3) Leprous persons.
(10) Attend. (11) Shyness. 14) Envious, (5) Tetter, scab.
(12) Subscribe, obey, (13) F'ts of lunacy,
The passage and whole carriage of this action (That were to enlard his fat-already pride ;
With entertaining great Hyperion.
And say in thunder-Achilles, go to him.
Nest. O, this is well; hc rubs the vein of him.
(Aside. Before a sleeping giant:-Tell him so.
Dio. And how his silence drinks up this applause ! Pair. I shall; and bring his answer presently.
| Aside. [Exit.
Ajax. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist I'll Agam. In second voice we'll not be satisfied,
pash* him We come to speak with him.-Ulysses, enter. Over the face.
(Erit Ulysses. Agam. O, no, you shall not go. Sjar. What is he more than another?
Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze' his Agam. No more than what he thinks he is.
pride : Ajar. Is he so much? Do you not think, he Let me go to him. thinks himself a better man than I am ?
Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon tour
How he describes Agom. No, noble Ajax; you are as strong, as Ilimself !
, as wise, no less noble, much more gentle, Ajar, Can he not be sociable ? and altogether more tractable.
The raven Ajax. Why should a man be proud ? How doth Chides blackness.
(Aside, pride grow? I know not what pride is.
I will let his humours blood. Agam. Your mind's the clearer, Ajax, and your Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the virtues the fairer. He that is proud, eats up him
[Aside. sell: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his Ajax. An all men own chronicle ; and whatever praiseth itself but in Were o'my mind,the deed, devours the deed in the praise.
Wit would be out of fashion. Ajar. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the en
[ Aside. gendering of toads.
Ajax. He should not bear it so,
[Aside. Nest. An 'twould, you'd carry half. (Aside.
He'd have ten shares. Re-enter Ulysses.
(Aside. Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. Ajax. I'll knead him, I will make him supple :Jgam. What's his excuse ?
Nest. He's not yet thorough warm : force him
He doth rely on none; with praises :
Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. [Asiile.
Ulyss. My lord, you feed too much on this disIn will peculiar and in self-admission.
(To Agamemnon. Agam. Why will he not, upon our fair request,
Nest. O noble general, do not do so.
Wherefore should you so?
Ajax. A whoreson dog, that shall palterd thus
What a vice
If he were proud ?
Ay, or surly borne ?
Dio. Or strange, or selt affected?
Fam'd be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature
Let Mars divide eternity in twain,
(3) The sign in the zodiac into which the sun As amply titled as Achilles is,
enters June 21. "And Cancer reddens with the By going to Achilles :
(5) Comb or curry: