THER. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel beef-witted lord! AJAX. Speak then, thou vinewedst leaven, THER. Agamemnon-how if he had boils, speak: I will beat thee into handsomeness. full, all over, generally? THER. I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness: but I think thy horse will sooner con an oration than thou learn a prayer without book. Thou canst strike, canst thou? a red murrain o' thy jade's tricks! AJAX. Toadstool! learn me the proclamation. THER. Dost thou think I have no sense, thou strikest me thus ? AJAX. The proclamation, THER. Thou art proclaimed a fool, I think. bvinewedst leaven,-] Vinewed is mouldy or decayed. In the folio the word is misprinted whinid'st: the quarto roads, "unsalted." THER. He would pun thee into shivers with his fist, as a sailor breaks a biscuit. AJAX. You whoreson cur! THER. Do, do! c [Beating him. AJAX. Thou stool for a witch! THER. Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows; an assinego may tutor thee. Thou scurvyvaliant ass! thou art here but to thrash Trojans ; and thou art bought and sold among those of any wit, like a Barbarian slave. If thou use to beat me, I will begin at thy heel, and tell what thou art by inches, thou thing of no bowels, thou! AJAX. You dog! THER. You scurvy lord! AJAX. You cur! [Beating him. 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— ACHIL. 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. AJAX. Well, go to, go to. THER. I serve here voluntary. 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? PATR. No more words, Thersites; peace!* THER. I will hold my peace when Achilles' bracht 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. That Hector, by the fifth hour of the sun, SCENE II.-Troy. A Room in Priam's Palace. Enter PRIAM, HECTOR, TROILUS, PARIS, and HELENUS. PRI. After so many hours, lives, speeches spent, In hot digestion of this cormorant war,- As far as toucheth‡ my particular, Yet, dread Priam, There is no lady of more softer bowels, You are so empty of them. Should not our father You fur your gloves with reason. reasons: You know an enemy intends you harm; reason, Let's shut our gates, and sleep: manhood and honour Should have hare*-hearts, would they but fat their thoughts With this cramm'd reason: reason and respect HECT. Brother, she is not worth what she doth cost The holding. TROIL. What's aught, but as 'tis valued? HECT. But value dwells not in particular will; It holds his estimate and dignity As well wherein 'tis precious of itself TROIL. I take to-day a wife, and my election once. (*) First folio, hard. (+) First folio, made. d And fly like chidden Mercury, &c.] This and the following line are transposed in the folio. Of will and judgment: how may I avoid, To blench from this, and to stand firm by honour : We do not throw in unrespective sieve † He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth and freshness Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes stale the morning. Why keep we her? the Grecians keep our aunt: Is she worth keeping? why, she is a pearl, Whose price hath launch'd above a thousand ships, PRI. HECT. It is Cassandra. bmakes stale the morning.] The quarto reads,-"makes pale the morning," &c. |