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satisfaction ! 'would, it were otherwise; that I could beat him, whilst he railed at me: 'Sfoot, 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. O thou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget that thou art Jove the king of gods; and, Mercury, lose all the serpentine craft of thy Caduceus ;2 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! or, rather, the bone-ache ! for that methinks, is the curse dependant on those that war for a placket. I have said my prayers; and devil, envy, say Amen. What, ho! my lord Achilles !

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Patr. Who's there? Thersites? Good Thersites, come in and rail.

Ther. If I could have remembered a gilt counterfeit, thou wouldest not have slipped out of my cone templation : 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 3 be thy direction till thy death! then

2 The wand of Mercury which is wreathed with serpents.

3 Passions, natural propensities.

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. 4

Amen.Where's Achilles ?
Patr. What, art thou devout ? wast thou in prayer ?
Ther. Ay; The heavens hear me!


Achil. Who's there?
Patr. Thersites, my lord.

Achil. Where, where?-Art thou come? Why, my cheese, my digestion, why hast thou not served thyself in to my table so many meals ? Come; what's Agamemnon?

Ther. Thy commander, Achilles ;--Then tell me, Patroclus, what's Achilles ?

Patr. Thy lord, Thersites; Then tell me, I pray thee, what's thyself?

Ther. Thy knower, Patroclus ; Then tell me, Patroclus, what art thou ?

Patr. Thou mayest tell, that knowest.
Achil. O, tell, tell.

Ther. I'll decline the whole question. Agamemnon commands Achilles ; Achilles is my lord; I am Patroclus' knower; and Patroclus is a fool.

Patr. You rascal !
Ther. Peace, fool ; I have not done.
Achil. He is a privileged man Proceed, Thersites.

Ther. Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; Thersites is a fool; and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a fool.

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Achil. Derive this; come.

Ther. 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.

Patr. Why am I a fool ?

Ther. Make that demand of the prover. It suffices me, thou art. Look you, who comes here !



Achil. Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody :--Come in with me, Thersites.

[Exit, .Ther. Here is such patchery, such juggling, and such knavery! all the argument is, a cuckold, and a whore; A good quarrel, to draw emulouss factions, and bleed to death upon. Now the dry serpigo on the subject! and war, and lechery, confound all!

Agam. Where is Achilles ?
Patr. Within his tent; but ill-dispos'd, my lord.

Agam. Let it be known to him, that we are here.
He shent? our messengers; and we lay by
Our appertainments, 8 visiting of him:
Let him be told so ; lest, perchance, he think
We dare not move the question of our place,
Or know not what we are.

I shall say so to him.



5 Envious.

6 Tetter, scab. 7 Rebuked, rated. Appendage of rank or dignity.


Ulyss. We saw him at the opening of his tent; He is not sick.

Ajar. Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart: you may call it melancholy, if you will favour the man; but, by my head, 'tis pride : But why, why? let him show us a cause.- A word, my lord.

[Takes AGAMEMNON aside. Nest. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him? Ulyss. Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him. Nest. Who? Thersites? Ulyss. He.

Nest. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have lost his argument: 9

Ulyss. No you see, he is his argument, that has his argument; Achillés.

Nest. All the better; their fraction is more our wish, than their faction : But it was a strong composure, a fool could disunite.

Ulyss. The amity, that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie. Here comes Patroclus.

Re-enter PATROCLUS. Nest. No Achilles with him.

Ulyss. The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy : his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.

Patr. Achilles bids me say—he is much sorry, If any thing more than your sport and pleasure Did move your greatness, and this noble state, To call upon him; he hopes, it is no other,

9 Subject.

But, for your health and your digestion sake,
An after-dinner's breath.'

Hear you, Patroclus ;
We are too well acquainted with these answers :
But his evasion, wing’d thus 'swift with scorn,
Cannot outfly our apprehensions.
Much attribute he hath; and much the reason
Why we ascribe it to him: yet all his virtues,
Not virtuously on his own part beheld,
Do, in our eyes, begin to lose their gloss;
Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish,
Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell him,
We come to speak with him: And you shall not siry,
If you do say--we think him over-proud,
And under-honest; in self-assumption greater,
Than in the note of judgment; and worthier than

Here tend2 the savage strangeness he puts on ;
Disguise the holy strength of their command,
And underwrite 4 in an observing kind
His humorous predominance; yea, watch
His pettish lunes, 5 his ebbs, his flows, as if
The passage and whole carriage of this action
Rode on his tide. Go, tell him this; and add,
That, if he overhold his price so much,
We'll none of him ; but let him, like an engine
Not portable, lie under this report
Bring action hither, this cannot go to war :
A stirring dwarf we do allowance give
1 Exercise,

end. 3 Shyness. 4 Subscribe, obey. 5 Fits of lunacy. 6 Approbation


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