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Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS.
Ther. You see him there, do you?
Ther. But yet you look not well upon him: for whosoever you take him to be, he is Ajax.
Achil. I know that, fool.
Ther. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he utters! his evasions have ears thus long. I have bobbed his brain, more than he has beat my bones: I will buy nine sparrows for a penny, and his pia matter is not worth the ninth part of a sparrow. This lord, Achilles, Ajax, --who wears his wit in his belly, and his guts in his head,—I'll tell you what I say of bim.
[AJAX offers to strike him, Achilles interposes.
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 shall-
Ajar. 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; 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 bad nails on their toes, -yoke you like draught oxen, and make you plough ир
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' brach bids me, shall I ?
Achil. There's for
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.
[Erit. Patr. A good riddance. Achil. Marry, this, sir, is proclaimed through all our
Ajar. Farewell. Who shall answer bim?
Achil. I know not, it is put to lottery; otherwise, He knew his man. Ajar. O, meaning you :—I'll go learn more of it.
SCENE II.—Troy. A Room in Priam's Palace.
Enter Priam, Hector, TROilus, Paris, and HelenUS.
Pri. After so many hours, lives, speeches spent,
Hect. Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I,
There is no lady of more softer bowels,
Tro. Fye, fye, my brother!
sons, You are so empty of thein. 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
priest, You fur your gloves with reason. Here are your rea
You know, an enemy
intends You know, a sword employ'd is perilous, And reason flies the object of all barm: Who marvels then, when Helenus bebolds A Grecian and his sword, if he do set The very wings of reason to his heels; And fly like chidden Mercury from Jove, Or like a star dis-orb'd ?-Nay, if we talk of reason, Let's shut our gates, and sleep: Manhood and honour Should have bare hearts, would they but fat their
thoughts With this cramın'd reason : reason and respect Make livers pale, and lustihood cleject.
Hect. Brother, she is not wortli what she doth cost The holding.
Tro. Wbat is aught, but as 'tis valued ?
Hect. But value dweils not in particular will;
Tro. I take to-day a wife, and my election