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his belly, and his guts in his head,—I'll tell you what I say of him.
[AJAX offers to strike him, ACHILLES
interposes. Ther. Has not so much wit. Achil. Nay, I must hold you.
Ther. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for whom he comes to fight.
Achil. Peace, fool!
Ther. I would have peace and quietness, but the fool will not: he there; that he; look you
there, Ajax. O thou damned cur! I shallAchil. Will you set your wit to a fool's ? Ther. No, I warrant you; for a fool's will shame it. Patr. Good words, Thersites. Achil. What's the quarrel ?
Ajax. I bade the vile owl, go learn me the tenour of the proclamation, and he rails upon me.
Ther. I serve thee not.
Achil. Your last service was sufferance, 'twas not voluntary; no man is beaten voluntary; Ajax was here the voluntary, and you as under an impress.
Ther. 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.
Achil. What, with me too, Thersites?
Ther. 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.
Achil. What, what ?
Ther. 'Tis no matter ; I shall speak as much as thou, afterwards.
Patr. No more words, Thersites; peace.
Ther. I will hold my peace when Achilles' brachs bids me, shall I ?
Achil. There's for you, Patroclus.
Ther. 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. Patr. A good riddance. Achil. Marry, this, sir, is proclaimed through all
our host: That Hector, by the first hour of the sun, Will, with a trumpet, 'twixt our tents and Troy, To-morrow morning call some knight to arms, That hath a stomach ; and such a one, that dare Maintain-I know not what; 'tis trash: Farewell.
Ajax. Farewell. Who shall answer him?
Achil. I know not, it is put to lottery; otherwise, He knew his man.
5 Bitch, hound.
Ajar, 0, meaning you :-I'll go learn more of it.
Troy. A Room in Priam's Palace,
Enter PRIAM, HECTOR, TROILUS, PARIS, and
HELENUS, Pri. After so many hours, lives, speeches spent, Thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks; Deliver Helen, and all damage else As honour, loss of time, travel, expence, 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?
Hect. Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I, As far as toucheth my particular, yet, Dread Priam, There is no lady of more softer bowels, More spungy to suck in the sense of fear, More ready to cry outWho knows what follows ? Than Hector is : The wound of peace is surety, Surety secure; but modest doubt is callid The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst. Let Helen go : Since the first sword was drawn about this question, Every tithe soul, 'mongst many thousand dismes,6 Hath been as dear as Helen; I mean, of ours: If we have lost so many tenths of ours,
To guard a thing not ours ; not worth to us,
Fye, fye, my brother!
and inches so diminutive As fears and reasons ? fye, for godly shame! Hel. No marvel, though you bite so sharp at
reasons, 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 ? Tro. You are for dreams and slumbers, brother
very wings of reason to his heels;
Here are your
With this cramm'd reason : reason and respect?
Hect. Brother, she is not worth what she doth cost The holding
Tro. What is aught, but as 'tis valued ?
Hect. But value dwells not in particular will ;
Tro. I take to-day a wife, and my election
8 Shrink, or fly off.