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you talk of ?-Good morrow, Alexander.-How do Cres. Juno have mercy !-How came it cloven? you, cousin? When were you at Ilium?
Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled : I think, bis Cres. This morning, uncle.
smiling becomes bim better than any man in all
Pan. Does he not?
Pan. Why, go to then :-But to prove to you,
Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll Cres. So he says here.
prove it so. Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause too; Pan. Troilus? why, he esteems her no more he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that: than I esteem an addle egy. and there is Troilus will not come far behind him; Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as you love let them take heed of Troilas; I can tell them that an idle head, you would eat chickens i'the sbell. Cres. What, is be angry too?
[too. Pan. I cannot choose bat laugh, to think how she Pan. Who, Troilus ? Troilus is the better man tickled his chin ;-Indeed, she has a marvellous of the two.
white band, I must needs confess. Cres. 0, Jupiter! there's no comparison.
Cres. Without the rack. Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector? Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white hair Do you know a man, if you see him?
on his chin. Cres. Ay; if ever I saw him before, and knew him. Cres. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer. Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus.
Pan. But, there was such laughing ;-Queen Cres. Then you say as I say; for, I am sure, he Hecuba langhed, that her eyes ran o'er. is not Hector.
[degrees. Cres. With mill-stones. Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilas, in some Pan. And Cassandra laughed. Cres. "Tis just to each of them; he is himself. Cres. But there was a more temperate fire ander
Pan. Himsell? Alas, poor Troilus! I would, be the pot of her eyes ;-Did her eyes run o'er too? were,
Pan. And Hector laughed. Cres. So he is.
(India. Cres. At what was all this laughing? Pan. 'Condition, I had gone bare-foot to Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied Cres. He is not Hector.
on Troilus's chin. Pan. Himself? no, he's pot himself.-'Would 'a Cres. An't had been a green bair, I should bare were himself! Well, the gods are above; Time laughed too. must friend, or end: Well, Troilus, well,- I would, Pan. They laughed not so much at the hair, as my heart were in her body!-No, Hector is not a at his pretty answer. better man than 'Troilus.
Cres. What was his answer? Cres. Excuse me.
Pan. Quoth she, Here's but one and fifty hairs on Pan. He is elder.
your chin, and one of them is white. Cres. Pardon me, pardon me.
Cres. This is her question. Pan. The other's no come to't; you shall tell Pan. That's true; make no question of that. me another tale, when the other's come to't. Hector One and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white: That shall not have his wit this year.
white hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons. Cres. He shall not need it, if he have his own. Jupiter! quoth she, which of these hairs is Paris Pan. Nor his qualities ;
my husband? The forked one, quoth be; pluck it Cres. No matter.
out, and give it him. But, there was such laughing! Pan. Nor his beauty.
and Helen so blushed, and Paris so chafed, and all Cres. "Twould not become him, his own's better. the rest so laagh'd, that it pass’d.
Pan. You have no judgment, niece: Helen her Cres. So let it now; for it has been a great while self swore the other day, that 'Troilus, for a brown going by.
(think on't. favour, (for so 'tis, I must confess,)--Not brown Pan, 'Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterday; peither.
Cres. So I do. Cres. No, but brown.
Pan. I'll be sworn, 'tis true; he will weep you, Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown. an 'twere a man born in April. Cres. To say the truth, true and not true.
Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a Pan. She prais'd his complexion above Paris. nettle against May.
(A retreat sounded.) Cres. Why, Paris hath colour enough.
Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field: Shal Pan. So he has.
we stand up here, and see them, as they pass towards Cres. Then, Troilus should have too much: if Ilium? good niece, do; sweet niece Cressida. she praised him above, his complexion is higher Cres. At your pleasure. than his; he having colour enough, and the other Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place; here higher, is too flaming apraise for a good complexion. we may see most bravely: I'll tell you them all by I had as lief, Helen's golden tongue had commended their names, as they pass by; but mark Troilus Troilus for a copper nose.
above the rest. Pan. I swear to you, I think, Helen loves him better than Paris.
ÆNEAS passes over the Stage. Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed.
Cres. Speak not so loud. Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to him
Pan. That's Æneas; Is not that a brave man? the other day into a compass’d window,-and, you he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you; But know, he has not past three or four bairs on his chin.
mark Troilus; you shall see anon. Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may soon
Cres. Who's that? bring his particulars therein to a total.
ANTENOR passes over. Pan. Why, he is very young : and yet will he, Pan. That's Antenor; he has a shrewd wit, I can within three pound, lift as much as his brother tell you; and he's a man good enough: he's one Hector.
o'the soundest judgments in Troy, whosoever, and Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a lifter?
a proper man of person :-When comes Troilus? Pan, Bat, to prove to you, that Heleu loves him; -I'll shew you Troilus anon ; if he see me, you - she came, and puts me her white hand to his
shall see him nod at me. cloven chin,
Cres. Will he give you the nod ?
Pan. You shall see.
my wit, to defend my wiles; and upon my secrecy, Cres. If he do, the rich shall have more. to defend mine bonesty; my mask, to defend my HECTOR passes over.
beauty; and you, to defend all these: and at all Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that;
these wards I lie, at a thousand watches. There's a fellow !--Go thy way, Hector;- There's
Pan. Say one of your watches. a brave man, niece.-0 brave Hector!-Look, how
Cres. Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's he looks! there's a countenance: Is't not a
one of the chiefest of them too: if I cannot ward
what I would not have hit, I can watch you for tellbrave man! Cres. 0, a brave man!
ing how I took the blow ; unless it swell past hidPan. Is 'a not? It does a man's heart good-ing, and then it is past watching.
Pan. You are such another! Look you what hacks are on his helmet! look you yonder, do you see? look you there! There's no
Enter Troilus' Boy. jesting: there's laying on; take't off who will, as Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you. they say: there be backs!
Pan. Where? Cres. Be those with swords?
Boy. At your own house; there he anarms him. PARIS passes over.
Pan. Good boy, tell him I come : [Exit Boy.
I doubt, he be hurt.-Fare ye well, good niece. Pan. Swords? any thing, he cares not: an the Cres. Adieu, uncle. devil come to him, it's all one: By god's lid, it does
Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by. one's heart good :-Yonder comes Paris, yonder
Cres. To bring, uncle,comes Paris : look ye youder, niece; Is't not a
Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus. gallant man too, is't not?-Why, this is brave now.
Cres. By the same token-you are a bawd. -Who said, he came hurt home to-day? he's not
[Exit Pandarus. hurt: why, this will do Helen's heart good now. Ha! 'would I could see Troilus now!-- you shall He offers in another's enterprise :
Words, vows, griefs, tears, and love's full sacrifice, see Troilus anon.
But more in Troilas thousand fold I see
Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be;
Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing : Pan. That's Helenus, -I marvel, where Troilas Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing : is: That's Helenus ;--I think he went not forth That she, belov’d, knows nought, that knows not to-day :—That's Helenus.
this, Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle?
Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is : Pan. Helenus? no ;-yes, he'll fight indifferent That she was never yet, that ever knew well : -I marvel, where Troilus is! -Hark; do Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue: you not hear the people cry, Troilas?-Helenus is Therefore this maxim out of love I teach, a priest.
Achievement is command; ungain'd, beseech: *Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder ? Then, though my heart's content firm love doth bear,
Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. (Exit. Troilus passes over. Pan. Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus : 'Tis Scene III.-The Grecian Camp. Before Agamen
non's Tent. Troilus! there's a mau, niece!-- Hem!-Brave Troilus! the prince of chivalry.
Trumpets. Enter AGAMEMNON, NESTOR, ULYSSES, Cres. Peace, for shame, peace!
MENELAUS, and others. Pan. Mark him; note him ;-0 brave Troilas! Agam. Princes, - look well upon him, niece; look you, how his What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks? sword is bloodied, and his helm more hack'd than The ample proposition, that hope makes Hector's; And how he looks, and how he goes!
In all designs began on earth below, O admirable youth! be ne'er saw three-and-twenty.
Fails in the promis’dlargeness: checks and disasters Go thy way, Troilas, go thy way; had I a sister Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd; were a grace, or a daughter a goddess,
he should As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap, take his choice. O admirable man! Paris ?- Paris Infect the sound pine, and divert bis grain is dirt to bim; and, I warrant, Helen, to change, Tortive and errant from bis course of growth.
Nor, princes, is it matter new to us, would give an eye to boot.
That we come short of our sappose so far,
That, after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls stand; Cres. Here come more.
Sith every action, that hath
before, Pan. Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff | Whereof we have record, trial did draw and bran! porridge after meat! I could live and Bias and thwart, not answering the aim, die i'the eyes of Troilas. Ne'er look, ne'er look ; And that unbodied figure of the thought, the eagles are gone; crows and daws, crows and That gave't surmised shape. Why then, yon princes, daws! I had rather be such a man as Troilus, than Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works; Agamemnon and all Greece.
And think them shames, which are, indeed, noaght Cres. There is among the Greeks, Achilles; a
else better map than Troilus.
But the protractive trials of great Jove, Pan, Achilles ? a drayman, a porter, a very To find persistive constancy in men? camel.
The fineness of which metal is not found Cres. Well, well.
In fortune's love: for then, the bold and coward, Pan. Well, well ?-Why, have you any discre- The wise and fool, the artist and unread, tion? have you any eyes ? Do you know what a The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin: man is ? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, dis But, in the wind and tempest of her frown, course, manhood, learning, genileness, virtue, youth, Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that Puffing at all, winnows the light away; season a man?
And what hath mass, or matter, by itself Cres. Ay, a minced man; and tben to be baked Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled. with no date in the pie,- for then the man's date Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat, is out.
Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply Pan. You are such a woman! one knows not at Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance what ward you lie.
Lies the true proof of men: The sea being smooth, Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly ; upon How many shallow bauble boats dare sajl
Upon her patient breast, making their way And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets With those of nobler bulk ?
In mere oppugnancy: The bounded waters But let the ruffian Boreas onoe enrage
Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores,
Then every thing includes itself in power,
And, last, eat up himself. Great Agamemnon, And dies fled under sbade, Why, then, the thing of This chaos, when degree is suffocate, courage,
Follows the choking. As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize, And this neglection of degree it is, And with an accent tun'd in self-same key, That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose Returns to chiding fortune.
It hath' to climb. The general's disdain'd
Agamemnon, By him one step below; he, by the next;
Of his superior, grows to an envious fever
And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot, The which, -most mighty for thy place and sway, Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length,
( 70 Agamemnon.) Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength. And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life, Nest. Most wisely hath Ulysses here discover'd
(To Nestor.) | The fever, whereof all our power is sick. I give to both your speeches - which were such, Agam. The nature of the sickness found, Ulysses, As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece
What is the remedy? Should hold up high in brass; and such again, Ulyss. The great Achilles,—whom opinion crowns As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver,
The sinew and the forehand of our host, Should with a bond of air (strong as the axle-tree Having his ear full of bis airy fame, On which heaven rides,) knit all the Greekish ears Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent To his experienc'd tongue,-yet let it please both,- Lies mocking our designs: With him, Patroclus, Thou great,—and wise,- to hear Ulysses speak. Upon a lazy bed, the live-long day Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca; and be'i of less Breaks scurril jests ; expect
And with ridiculous and aukward action That matter needless, of importless barden, (Which, slanderer, he imitation calls,) Divide thy lips; than we are confident,
He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, When ravk 'Thersites opes his mastiff jaws, Thy topless deputation he puts on; We shall hear music, wit, and oracle.
And, like a strutting player,-- whose conceit Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down, Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich And ihe great Hector's sword had lack'd a master, To hear the wooden dialogue and sound But for these instances.
'Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage, The specialty of rule bath been neglected : Such to-be-pitied and o'er-wrested seeming And, look, bow many Grecian tents do stand He acts thy greatness in : and when he speaks, Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions. 'Tis like a chime a-mending ; with terms unsquar'd, When that the general is not like the hive, Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropp'd, To whom the foragers shall all repair,
Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff, What honey is expected ? Degree being vizarded, The large Achilles, on his press'd bed lolling, The unworthiest shews as fairly in the mask. From bis deep chest laughs out a loud applause; The heavens themselves, the planets,and this centre, Cries-Excellent!--'lis Agamemnon just. Observe degree, priority, and place,
Now play me Nestor ;-hem, and stroke thy beard, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, As he, being 'drest to some oration. Office, and custom, in all line of order:
That's done ;-as near as the extremest ends And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol,
Of parallels; as like as Vulcan and his wife : In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd
Yet good Achilles still ories, Excellent ! Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye
'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus, Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,
Arming to answer in a night alarm. And posts, like the commandment of a king, And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age Savs check, to good and bad : But, when the planets, Must be the scene of mirth; to cough, and spit, In evil mixture, to disorder wander,
And with a palsy-sumbling on his gorget, What plagues, and what portents? what mutiny? Shake in and out the rivet :- And at this sport, Wbat raging of the sea? shaking of earth? Sir Valour dies; cries, 0! enough, Patroclus ; Commotion in the winds ? frights, changes, horrors, Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all Divert and crack, rend and deracinate
In pleasure of my spleen. And in this fashion The unity aud married calm of states
All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes, Quite from their fixture? O, when degree is shak'd, Severals and generals of grace exact, Which is the ladder of all bigh designs,
Achievements, plots, orders, preventions, The enterprise is sick! How could communities, Excitements to the field, or speech for truce, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Success, or loss, what is, or is not, serves Peaceful comptérce from dividable shores,
As stuff' for these two to make paradoxes. The primogenitive and due of birth,
Nest. And in the imitation of these twain Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, (Wbom, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns But by degree, stand in authentic place?
With an imperial voice) many are infect. Take but degree away, untune that string,
Ajax is grown self-willd; and bears his head
In such a rein, in full as proud a place
What Troy means fairly, shall be spoke aloud. As broad Achilles : keeps his teni like him;
(Trumpet sounds.) Makes factious feasts; rails on our state of war, We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy Bold as an oracle: and sets Thersites
A prince call'd Hector, (Priam is his father,) (A slave whose gall coins slanders like a mint,) Who in this dull and long-continued truce To match us in comparisons with dirt;
Is rosty grown; he bade me take a trampet, To weaken and discredit our exposure,
And to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, lords! How rank soever rounded in with danger.
If there be one, among the fair'st of Greece, Ulyss. They tax our policy, and call it cowardice; That holds his honour higher than his ease; Count wisdoin as no member of the war;
That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril; Forestall prescience, and esteem no act
Tbat knows his valour, and knows not his fear; But that of hand : the still and mental parts, That loves his mistress more than in confession, That do contrive how many hands shall strike, (With truant vows to her own lips he loves,) When fitness calls them ou; and know, by measure And dare avow her beauty and her worth, of their observant toil, the enemies' weight, In other arms than hers,-to him this challenge. Why, this hath not a finger's dignity:
Hector, in view of Trojans and of Greeks, They call this—bed-work, mappery, closet-war: Shall make it good, or do his best to do it, So that the ram, that batters down the wall, He hath a lady, wiser, fairer, truer, For the great swing and rudeness of his poize, Than ever Greek did compass in bis arms; They place before his hand, that made the engine; And will to-morrow with bis trumpet call, Or those, that with the fineness of their souls Mid-way between your tents and walls of Tray, By reason guide his execution.
To rouse a Grecian that is true in love: Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse If any come, Hector shall honour him; Makes many Thetis' sons. (Trumpet sounds.) If none, he'll say in Troy, when he retires, Agam. What trumpet? look, Menelaus.
The Grecian dames are sun-burn’d, and not worth
The splinter of a lance. Even so much.
Agam. This shall be told our lovers, lord Æneas; Men. From Troy.
If none of them have soul in such a kind, Agam.
What would you 'fore our tent? We left them all at home: But we are soldiers; TĚne.
Is this And may that soldier a mere recreant prove, Great Agamemnon's tent, I pray?
That means not, hath not, or is not in love! Agam.
Even this. If then one is, or hath, or means to be, Ëne. May one, that is a herald, and a prince,
That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he, Do a fair message to his kingly ears?
Nest. Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man Agam. With surety stronger than Achilles' arm When Hector's grandsire suck’d: he is old now; 'Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice But, if there be not in our Grecian host Call Agamemnon head and general.
One noble man, that hath one spark of fire Æne. Fair leave, and large security. How may To answer for his love, Tell him from me,A stranger to those most imperial looks
I'll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver, Know them from eyes of other mortals ?
And in my vantbrace put this wither'd brawn; Agam.
How ? And, meeting him, will tell him, that my lady ne. Ay;
Was fairer than his grandame, and as chaste I ask, that I might waken reverence,
As may be in the world: His youth in flood, And bid the cheek be ready with a blush,
I'll prove this truth with my three drops of blood. Modest as morning when she coldly eyes
Æne. Now heavens forbid such scarcity of youth ! The youthful Phoebus :
Ulyss. Amen. Which is that god in office, guiding men?
Agam. Fair lord Æneas, let me touch your hand; Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon? To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir.
Agam. This Trojan scorns us; or the men of Troy Achilles shall have word of this intent; Are ceremonious courtiers.
So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent: Æne. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm'd,
Yourself sball feast with us before you go, As bending angels; that's their fame in
peace : And find the welcome of a noble foe. But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls,
[Exeunt all but Ulysses and Nestor, Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and Jove's Ulyss. Nestor,accord,
Nest. What says Ulysses? Nothing so full of beart. But peace, Æneas, Ulyss. I have a young conception in my brain, Peace, Trojan; lay thy finger on thy lips!
Be you my time to bring it to some shape. The worthiness of praise distains his worth,
Nest. What is't; If that the prais'd himself bring the praise forth: Ulyss. This 'tis : But what the repining enemy commends,
Blant wedges rive hard knots : The seeded pride, That breath fame follows ; that praise, sole pure, That hath to this maturity blown up transcends,
[Æneas? In rank Achilles, must or now be cropp’d, Agam. Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil, ne. Ay, Greek, that is my name.
To overbulk us all.
Well, and how ?
sends, from Troy.
However it is spread in general name, Æne. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper bim: Relates in purpose only to Achilles. [stance, I bring a trumpet to awake his ear;
Nest. The purpose is perspicuons even as subTo set his sense on the attentive bent,
Whose grossness little characters sum up: And then to speak.
And, in the publication, make no strain, Agam.
Speak frankly as the wind; But that Achilles, were his brain as barren It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour :
As banks of Lybia,—though, Apollo knows, That thou shalt know, Trojan, he is awake, 'Tis dry enough,-will, with great speed of judgHe tells thee so bimself.
Trumpet, blow loud, Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose
Ulyss. And wake bim to the answer, think you
Ajar. Speak then, thou unsalted leaven, speak : It is most meet; whom may you else oppose,
I'll beat thee into handsomeness. That can from Hector bring those honours off, Ther. I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiIf not Achilles ? Though't be a sportful combat, ness: but, I think, thy horse will sooner con an Yet in the trial much opinion dwells;
oration, than thou learn a prayer without book. For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repute Thou canst strike, canst thou? a red murrain o'thy With their fin'st palate: And trust to me, Ulysses, jade's tricks! Our imputation shall be oddly pois'd
Ajax. Toads-stool, learn me the proclamation. In this wild action: for the success,
Ther. Dost thou think, I have no sense, thou Although particular, shall give a scantling
strik'st me thus? Of good or bad unto the general;
Ajax. The proclamation, And in such indexes, although small pricks
Ther. Thou art proclaimed a fool, I think. To their subsequent volumes, there is seen
Ajax. Do not, porcupine, do not; my fingers itch. The baby figure of the giant mass
Ther. I would thou didst itch from head to foot, Of things to come at large. It is suppos’d, and I had the scratching of thee;
I would make thee He, that meets Hector, issues from our choice, the loathsomest scab in Greece. When thou art forth And choice, being mutual act of all our souls, in the incursions, thou strikest as slow as another. Makes merit her election ; and doth boil,
Ajax. I say, the proclamation As 'twere from forth us all, a man distill’d
Ther. Thou grumblest and railest every hour ou Out of our virtues ; Who miscarrying,
Achilles ; and thou art as full of envy at his greatWbat heart receives from hence a conquering part, ness, as Cerberus is at Proserpina's beauty, ay, that To steel a strong opinion to themselves?
thou barkest at him.
Ther. He would pun thee into shivers with his Therefore, 'tis meet, Achilles meet not Hector. fist, as a sailor breaks a biscuit. Let us, like merchants, shew our foulest wares, Ajax. You whoreson cur! (Beating him.) And think, perchance, they'll sell; if not,
Ther. Do, do. The lustre of the better shall exceed,
Ajax. Thou stool for a witch ! By shewing the worse first. Do not consent,
T'her. Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord! thoa That ever Hector and Achilles meet;
hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows; an For both our honour and our shame, in this, assinego may tutor thee: Thou scurvy valiant ass! Are dogg'd with two strange followers. [they? thou art bere put to thrash Trojans; and thou art
Nest. I see them not with my old eyes; what are bought and sold among those of any wit, like a
Ulyss. What glory our Achilles shares from Hector, Barbarian slave. If thou use to beat me, I will Were he not proud, we all should share with him : begin at thy heel, and tell what thou art by inches, But he already is too insolent;
thou thing of no bowels, thou! And we were better parch in Afric sun,
Ajax. You dog!
Ther, You scurvy lord!
Ther. Mars his idiot! do, rudeness; do, camel;
Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS. The sort to fight with Hector: Among ourselves, Achil. Why, how now, Ajax ? wherefore do you Give him allowance for the better man,
thus? For that will physic the great Myrmidon,
How now, Thersites? what's the matter, man? Who broils in loud applause; and make him fall Ther. You see him there, do you? His crest, that prouder than blue Iris bends. Achil. Ay; what's the matter? If the dull brainless Ajax come safe off,
Ther. Nay, look apon him. We'll dress him up in voices: If he fail,
Achil. So I do; What's the matter? Yet go we under our opinion still
Ther. Nay, but regard him well. That we have better med. But, hit or miss,
Achil. Well, why I do so. Our project's life this shape of sense assames, Ther. But yet you look not well upon him: for, Ajax, employ'd, plucks down Achilles' plames., whosoever you take him to be, he is Ajax. Nest. Ulysses,
Achil. I know that, fool. Now I begin to relish thy advice;
Ther. Ay, but that fool knows not himself. And I will give a taste of it forthwith
Ajax. Therefore I beat thee. To Agamemnon: go we to him straight.
Ther. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he Two curs shall tame each other: Pride alone atters! his evasions have ears thus long. I have Must tarte the mastiffs on, as 'twere their bone. bobbed his brain, more than he has beat my bones :
[Exeunt. I will buy nine sparrows for a penny, and his pia ACT II.
mater is not worth the ninth part of a sparrow. SCENE I.-Another part of the Grecian Camp,
This lord, Achilles, Ajax,--who wears his wit in
his belly, and his guts in his head, -I'll tell you Enter AJAX and THERSITES.
what I say of bim. Ajax. Thersites,
Achil. What? Ther. Agamemnon-how if he had boils ? full, all Ther. I say, this Ajaxover, generally?
Achil. Nay, good Ajax. Ajax. Thersites,
(Ajax offers to strike him, Achilles interposes.) Ther. And those boils did run ?--Say so, did not Ther. Has not so much witthe general run then? were not that a botchy core? Achil. Nay, I must bold you. Ajax, Dog.
Ther. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, Ther. Then would come some matter from him ; for whom he comes to fight. I see none now.
Achil. Peace, fool! Ajax. Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not Ther. I would have peace and quietness, but the bear? Feel then.
(Strikes him.) fool will not: he there; that he; look you there. Ther. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou Ajax. O) thou damned cur! I sballmongrel beef-witted lord!
Achil. Will you set your wit to a fool's?