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Cres. At what was all this laughing?

Helentis passes over. Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied Pan. That's Helenus - marvel where Troilus on Troilus' chin.

is :- That's Helenus ;-I think he went not forts Cres. An't had been a green hair, I shonla 10-day : -That's Helenus. have laughed too.

Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle ? Pan. They laughed not so much at the hair, Pan. Helenus ? no :-yes, he'll fight indifferent as at his pretty answer.

well : marvel where Troilus is -Hark; do Cres. What was his answer ?

you not hear the people cry, Troilus 7-Helenus Pan. Quoth she, Here's but one and fifty is a priest. huirs on your chin, and one of them is white. Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder ? Cres. This is her question. Pan. That's true : make no question of that.

Troilus passes over. One and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white : Pan. Where? yonder ? that's Deiphobus : 'Tis That white hair is my father, and all the rest Troilus! there's a man, niece !-Hem - Brave are his sons. Jupiter qnoth she, which of these Troilus! the prince of chivalry! hairs is Paris my husband? The forked one, Cres. Peace, for shame, peace! quoth he; pluck it out, and give it him. But,

Pan. Mark him ; note him ;-0 brave Troithere was such laughing! and Helen so blushed, lus !-look well upon him, niece; look you, how and Paris so chafed, and all the rest so laughed, his sword is bloodied, and his helm more hacked that it passed.

than Hector's: And how he looks, and how he Cres. So let it now; for it has been a great goes l_0 admirable youth! he ne'er saw three while going by.

and twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; Pan. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yester- had I a sister were a grace, or a daughter a god day; think on't.

dess, he should take his choice. O admirable Cres. So I do.

man ! Paris ?-Paris is dirt to him ; and, I war. Pan. I'll be sworn, 'tis true; he will weep rant, Helen, to change, would give an eye to you, an 'twere a man born in April.

Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a nettle against May. [A Retreat sounded.

Forces pass over the stage. Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field : Cres. Here come more. Shall we stand up here, and see them, as they Pan. Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff pass toward Ilium? good niece, do; sweet niece and bran! porridge after meat! I could live and Cressida.

die i' the eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er Cres. At your pleasure.

look ; the eagles are gone; crows and daus, Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place; crows and daws! I had rather be such a man a here we may see most bravely : I'll tell you Troilus, than Agamemnon and all Greece. them all hy their names, as they pass by ; but Cres. There is among the Greeks, Achilles ; a mark Troilus above the rest.

better man than Troilus. Æneas passes over the stage.

Pan. Achilles ? a drayman, a porter, a very

camel. Cres. Speak not so loud.

Cres. Well, well. Pan. That's Æneas : Is not that a brave man?

Pan. Well, well ?—Why, have you any discre he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you ;tion ? have you any eyes? Do yon know what But mark Troilus; you shall see anon.

a man is ? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, disCres. Who's that?

course, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, Antenor passes over.

youth,' liberality, and such like, the spice and

salt that season a man? Pan. That's Antenor: he has a shrewd wit, I Cres. Ay, a minced man: and then to be baked can tell you ; and he's a man good enough : with no date in the pie,-for then the man's date he's one o' the soundest judgments in Troy, is out. whosoever, and a proper man of person : Pan. Yon are such a woman ! one knows not When comes Troilus |--I'll show you Troilus at what ward you lie. anon ; if he see me, you shall see hiin nod at me. Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly; Cres. Will he give you the nod?

npon my wit to defend my wiles ; upon my se Pan. You shall see.

crecy, to defend mine honesty ; my mask, to de Cres. If he do, the rich shall have more. fend my beauty : and you, to defend all these : Hector passes over.

and at all these wards I lie, at a thousand

watches. Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that; Pan. Say one of your watches. There's a fellow !-Go thy way, Hector ;-) Cres. Nay, I'll watch you for that ; and that's There's a brave man, niece. O brave Hector ! one of the chiefest of them tog; if I cannot ward -Look, how he looks! there's a countenance : what I would not have hit. I can watch yon for Is't not a brave man?

telling how I took the blow: unless it swell pase Cres. 0, a brave man!

hiding, and then it is past watching. Pan. Is'a not ? It does a man's heart good-Pan.' You are such another! Look yon what hacks are on his helmet? look

Enter Troilus' Boy. von yonder, do you see? look you there! There's no jesting : there's laying on; take 't off who Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with will, as they say : there be hacks!

you. Cres. Be those with swords ?

Pan. Where?

Boy. At your own house ; there be unarms him. Paris passes over.

Pan. Good boy, tell him I come; [Erit Boy. Pan. Swords ? any thing, he cares not: an I doubt he be hurt.-Fare ye well, good niece. the devil come to him, it's all one : By god's lid, Cres. Adieu, uncle. it does one's heart good :-Yonder comes Paris, Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by. yonder comes Paris : look ye yonder, niece ; Is'i Cres. To bring, uncle, not a gallant man too, is it not ?-Why, this is Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus. brave now.-Who said he came hurt home to Cres. By the same token-you are a bawd. day ? he's not hurt: why this will do Helen's

(Erit Pandarus heart good now. Ha! wonld I could see Troilus Words, vows, griefs, tears, and love's full sa now !-you shall see Troilus anou.

crifice, Cres Who's that ?

He offers in another's enterprise :



But more in Troilus thousand fold I see

As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathise, Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be ; And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key, Yet hold I ofl Women are angels wooing : Returns to chiding fortune. Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the Ulyss.

Agamemnon,doing :

Thou great commander, nerve and bone of That she belov'd knows nought, that knows not Greece, this,

Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit, Men prize the thing ungaind more than it is : In whom the tempers and the minds of all That she was never yet, that ever knew Should be shut up,--hear what Ulysses speaks. Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue : Besides the applause and approbation, Therefore this maxim out of love I teach, - The which, -most mighty for thy place and Achievement is command; ungain'd, beseech :


[ To Agamemnon. Then though my heart's content firm love doth And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out bear,


To Nestor. Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. I give to both your speeches, - which were such,

[Erit. As Agamennon and the hand of Greece

Should hold up high in brass; and such again, SCENE III.

As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver, The Grecian Camp. Before Agamemnon's Tent. Should with a bond of air (strong as the axletree

On which heaven rides) knit all the Greekista Trumpets. Enter Agamemnon, Nestor, Ulysses, Menelaus, and others.

To his experienc'd tongue, -yet let it please Agam. Princes,

both, What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks? Thou great and wise,--to hear Ulysses speak. The ample proposition, that hope makes

Agam Szeak, prince of Ithaca ; and be 't of In all designs begun on earth below,

less expect Fails in the promis'd largeness ; checks and dis. That matter needless, of importless burden,

Divide thy lips: than we are confident, Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd: When raik t'hersites opes his mastiff jaws, As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,

We shall hear musick, wit, and oracle. Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down, Tortive and errant from his course of growth. And the great Hector's sword had lack'd å Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,

master, That we coine short of our suppose so far, But for these instances. That, after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls The specialty of rule hath been neglected: stand;

And, look, how many Grecian tenis do stand Sith every action that hath gone before,

Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions. Whereof we have record, trial did draw When that the general 'is not like the hive, Bias and thwart, not answering the aim, To whom the foragers shall all repair, And that unbodied figure of the thought Whac honey is expected ? Degree being visarded, That gav'st surmised shape. Why then, you The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. princes,

The heavens themselves, the planets, and this Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works; centre, And think them shames, which are, indeed, Observe degree, priority, and place, nought else

Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, But the protractive trials of great Jove,

Office, and custom, in all line of order: To find persistive constancy in men?

And therefore is the glorions planet, Sol, The fineness of which metal is not found

In noble eminence enthron'd and spherd In fortune's love: for then, the bold and coward, Amidst the other; whose med'einable eye The wise and fool, the artist and unread, Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin: And posts, like the cominandment of a king, But, in the wind and tempest of her frown, Sans check, to good and bad : But when the Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan,

planets, Puffing at all, winnows the light away ;

In evil mixture, to disorder wander, And what hath mass, or matter by itself, What plagnes, and what portents ? what motiny? Lies rich in virtue, and unmingled.

What raging of the sea shaking of earth? Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat, Commotion in the winds ? frights, changes, Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply.

horrors, Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance Divert and crack, rend and deracinate Lies the true proof of men: The sea being the unity and married calm of states smooth,

Quite from their fixture; 0, when degree is How many shallow bauble boats dare sail

shak'd Upon her patient breast, making their way Which is the ladder of all high designs, With those of nobler bulk;

The enterprise is sick! How could communities, But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage

Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold

Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The strong-ribb'd bark through liquid moun. The primogenitive and due of birth, tains cut,

Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, Bounding between the two moist elements, But by degree, stand in authentick place! Like Perseus' horse: Where's then the saucy Take but degree away, untune that string, bout,

And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now

meets Co-rival'd greatness ? either to harbour fled, In mere oppugnancy : The bounded waters Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so

Should lift their hosoms higher than the shores Doth valour's show, and valour's worth divide, And make a son of all this solid globe: In storms of fortune : For, in her ray and Strength should be lord of imbecility, brightness,

And the rude son should sirike his father dead: The herd hath more annoyance by the brize, Force should be right, or rather right and wrong Than by the tiger : but when the splitting wind (Between whose endless jar justice resides,). Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks, Should lose their names, and so should justice And flies fled under shade, Why, then, the thing of courage,

Then every thing includes itself in power,



Power into will, will into appetite;

Ulyss. They tax our policy, and call it cow. And appetite, an universal woll,

ardice So doubly seconded with will and power, Count wisdom as no member of the war; Must make perforce an universal prey,

Forestall prescience, and esteem no act And, last, eat up himself. Great Agamemnon, But that of hand: the still and mental parts,This chaos, when degree is suffocate,

That do contrive how many hands shall strike, Follows the choking.

When fitness calls them on; and know by meaAnd this neglection of degree it is, That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose of their observant toil, the enemies' weight,It hath to climb. The general's disdain'd Why, this hath not a finger's dignity : By him one step below; he, by the next; They call this-bed-work, mappery, closet-war: That next, by him beneath : so every step, So that the ram, that batiers down the wall, Exanıpled by the first pace that is sick

For the great swing and rudeness of his poise, Of his superior, grows to an envious fever They place before his hand that made the engine; of pale and bloodless emulation ;

Or those, that with the fineness of their souls
And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on font, By reason guide his execution.
Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length, Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse
Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength. Makes many Thetis' sons. [Trumpet sounds
Nest. Most wisely hath Ulysses here discover'd Agam. What trumpet ? look, Menelaas.
The fever whereof all our power is sick.

Enter Æneas.
Agam. The nature of the sickness found,

Men. From Troy.
What is the remedy?

Agam. What would you 'fore our tent ? Ulyss. The great Achilles,-whom opinion ne.

Is this crowns

Great Agamemnon's tent, I pray ? The sinew and the forehead of our host,


Even this Having his ear full of his airy fame,

Æne. May one, that is a herald and a prince, Glows dainty of his worth, and in his tent Do a fair message to his kingly ears? Lies mocking our designs : With him, Patroclus, Agam. With surety stronger than Achilles' arm Upon a lazy bed the livelong day

'Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice Breaks scurril jests;

Call Agamemnon head and general. And with ridiculous and awkward action

Æne. Fair leave, and large security. How may (Which, slanderer, he imitation calls)

A stranger to those most imperial looks Ne pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, Know them from eyes of other mortals ? Thy topless deputation he puts on;


How? And like a strutting player,-- whose conceit

ne. Ay; Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich I ask, that I might waken reverence, To hear the wooden dialogue and sound And bid the cheek be ready with a blush "Twixi his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage, Modest as morning wben she coldly eyes Such !o-be-pitied and o'er-wrested seeming The youthful Phæbus: He acts thy greatness in : and when he speaks, Which is that god in office, guiding men ? 'Tis like a chime a mending; with terms ún- Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon ? squar'd,

Agam. This Trojan scorns us; or the men of Which, trom the tongue of roaring Typhon

Troy dropp'd,

Are ceremonious sourtiers. Would seein hyperboles. At this fusty stuff, Æne. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm'd, The large Achilles, on his press'd bed lolling, As bending angels; that's their fame in peace : From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause; But when they would seem soldiers, they have Cries-Ercellent !-'tis Agamemnon just.

galls, Now play, me Nestor ;=hem, and stroke thy Good arms, strong joints, true swords ; and, As he, being drest to some oration.

Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Æneas, That's done ;--as near as the extremest ends Peace, Trojan; lay thy finger on thy lips ! of parallels; as like as Vulcan and his wife : The worthiness of praise distains his worth, Yet good Achilles still cries, Excellent ! If that the prais'd himself bring the praise forth: 'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus, But what the repining enemy commends, Arming to answer in a night alarm.

That breath fame blows; that praise, sole pure, And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age

transcends. Must be the scene of mirth; to cough, and spit, Agam. Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself And, with a palsy-fumbling on his gorget,

Æneas ? Shake in and out the rivet: -and at this sport Æne. Ay, Greek, that is my name. Sir Valour dies; cries, 0! enough, Patroclus;- Agam. What's your affair, I pray you ? Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all

ne. Sir, pardon ; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears. In pleasure of my spleen. And in this fashion, Agam. He hears nought privately that come All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes,

from Troy Severals and generals of grace exact,

Æne. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper himi Achievements, plots, orders, preventions, I bring a trurapet to unwake his ear; Excitements to the field, or speech for truce, To set his sense on the attentive bent, Success, or loss, what is, or is not, serves And then to speak. As stuff for these two to make paradoxes.


Speak frankly as the wind Nest. And in the imitation of these twain It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour: (Whom, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns That thou shalt know, Trojan, he is awake, With an imperial voice) 'many are infect. He tells thee so himself. Ajax is grown self-will'd; and bears his head Æne.

Trumpet, blow loud In such a rein, in full as proud a place Send thy brass voice through all these lasy As broad Achilles : keeps his tent like him : Makes factious feasts ; rails on our state of war, And every Greek of mettle, let him know, Bold as an oracle: and sets Thersites

What Troy means fairly, shall be spoke alond. A slave, whose gall coins slanders like a mint)

[Trumpet sounds. to match us in comparisons with dirt;

We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy To weaken and discredit our exposture,

A prince call'd Hector, (Priam is his father, How rank soever rounded in with danger. Who in this dull and long continued truce


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Is rusty grown; he bade me take a trumpet, Our imputation shall be oddly pois'd
And to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, lords! In this wild action : for the success,
If there be one among the fairest of Greece, Although particular, shall give a scantling
That holds his honour higher than his ease; Of good or bad unto the general;
That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril; And in such indexes, although small pricks
That knows his valour, and knows not his fear; To their subsequent volumes, there is seen
That loves his mistress more than in confession, The baby figure of the giant mass
(With truant vows to her own lips he loves, Of things to come at large. It is suppos'd,
And dare avow her beauty and her worth, He that meets Hector, issues from our choice:
In other arms than hers, -to hin this challenge, And choice, being inutual act of all our souls,
Hector, in view of Trojans and of Greeks, Makes merit her election ; and doth boil,
Shall make it good, or do his best to do it, As 'twere from forth us all, a man distill'd
He hath a lady, wiser, fairer, truer,

Out of our virtues ; Who miscarrying,
Than ever Greck did compass in his arms; What heart receives from hence a conquering
And will to-morrow with his trumpet call,

Mid-way between your tents and walls of Troy, To steel a strong opinion to themselves ?
To rouse a Grecian that is true in love:

Which entertain'd, limbs are his instruinents,
If any come, Hector shall honour him;

In no less working, than are swords and bows
If none, he'll say in Troy, when he retires, Directive hy the limbs.
The Grecian dames are sun-burn'd, and not worth Ulyss. Give pardon to my speech ;-
The splinter of a lance. Even so much. Therefore 'tis meet, Achilles meet not Hector.
Agam. This shall be told our lovers, lord Æneas: Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares,
If none of them have soul in such a kind, And think, perchance, they'll sell; if not,
We left them all at home: But we are soldiers : The Instre of the better shall exceed,
And may that soldier a mere recreant prove, By showing the worse first. Do not consent,
That means not, hath not, or is not in love? That ever Hector and Achilles meet;
If then one is, or hath, or means to be,

For both our honour and our shame, in this,
That one meets Hector; if pone else, I am he. Are dogg'd with two strange followers.
Nest. Tell himn of Nestor, one that was a man, Nest. I see them not with my old eyes; what
When Hector's grandsire suck'd: He is old now; are they?
But, if there be not in our Grecian host

Ulyss. What glory our Achilles shares from
One nable inan, that hath one spark of fire

To answer for his love, Tell him from me, Were he not proud, we all should share with him:
I'll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver, But he already is too insolent;
And in my vanthrace put this wither'd brawn; And we were better parch in Africk sun,
And, meeting him, will tell him that my lady Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes,
Was fairer than his grandame, and as chaste Should he 'scape Hector fair: if he were foil'd,
As may be in the world : His youth in flood, Why, then we did our main opinion crush
1'll prove this truth with my three drops of blood. In táint of our best man. No, nake a lottery;
Æne. Now heaven forbid such scarciiy of youth! Anl, by device, let blockish Ajax draw
Ulyss. Amen.

The sort to fight with Hector : Among ourselves,
Agam. Fair lord Æneas, let me touch your hand; Give bim allowance for the better inan,
To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir.

For that will physick the great Myrmidon,
Achilles shall have word of this intent;

Who broils in loud applause; and make him fall
So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent: His crest, that prouder than blue Iris bends.
Yourself shall feast with us before you go, if the dull brainless Ajax come safe oft,
And find the welcome of a noble foe.

We'll dress him np in voices; If he fail,
(E.reunt all but Ulysses and Nestor. Yet go we under our opinion still
Uly88. Nestor,

That we have better men. But, hit or miss,
Nest. What says Ulysses ?

Our project's life this shape of sense assumes,
Ulyss. I have a young conception in my brain, Ajax, employ'd, plucks down Achilles' plumes.
Be you iny time to bring it to some shape. Nest. Ulysses,
Nest. What is't ?

Now I begin to relish thy advice :
This 'tis :

And I will give a taste of it forth with
Blunt wedges rive hard knots : The seeded pride To Agamemnon: go we to himn straight.
That hath to this maturity blown up

Two curs shall tame each other: Pride alone
In rank Achilles, must or now be cropp'd, Must larre the mastiffs on, as 'twere their bone.
Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil,

To overbulk us all.

Well, and how ?
Ulyss. This challenge that the gallant Hector

However it is spread in general name,

SCENE I. Another part of the Grecian Camp.
Relates in purpose only to Achilles.

Enter Ajax and Ther'sites.
Nest. The purpose is perspicuous even as sub Ajnx. Thersites,

Ther. Agamemnon-how if he had boils ? full,
Whose grossness little characters sum up: all over, genei ally?
And in the publication make no strain,

Ajar. Thersites, -
But that Achilles, were his brain as barren Ther. And those boils did rin?--Say so,-did not
As banks of Libya,-though Apollo knows, the general run then! were not that a botchy eore?
'Tis dry enough, -will with great speed of judg. Ajar. Dog,-

Ther. Then would come some matter from him;
Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose I see none now.
Pointing on him.

Ajar. Thou bitch-woll's son, canst thou not hear?
Ulyss. And wake him to the answer, think you ? Feel then.

(Strikes him. Nest.

Ther. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou
It is most meet ; Whom may you else oppose, mongrel heef witted lord !
That can from Hector bring those honours off, Ajnr. Speak then, thou unsalted leaven, speak !
If not Achilles? Though't be a sportful combat, I will beat thee into handsomeness.
Yet in the trial much opinion dwells;

Ther. I shall sooner rail thee into wit and ho-
For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repute liness : but, I think, thy horse will sooner con an
With their fin'st palate; And trust to me, Ulysses, loration, than thou learn a prayer without book.


do, do.

Thou canst strike, canst thou ? a red murrain o' Ther. I serve thee not. thy jade's tricks!

Ajax. Well, go to, go to. Ajár. Toads-stool, learn me the proclamation. Ther. I serve here voluntary. Ther. Dost thou think, I have no sense, thou

Achil. Your last service was sufferance, 'twas strikest me thus?

not voluntary; no man is beaten voluntary : Ajax Ajar. The proclamation,

was here the voluntary, and you as under an imTher. Thou art proclaimed a fool, I think. press. Ajax. Do not, porcupine, do not; my fingers Ther. Even so 3-a great deal of your wit too itch.

lies in your sinews, or else there be liars. Hector Ther. I would, thou didst itch from head to foot, shall have a great catch, if he knock out either of and I had the scratching of thee; I would make your brains; a' were as good crack a fusty nat thee the loathsomest scab in Greece. When thou with no kernel. art forth in the incursions, thou strikest as slow Achil. What, with me too, Thersites? as another.

Ther. There's Ulysses, and old Nestor,-whose Ajar. I say, the proclamation

wit was mouldy ere your grandsires had nails on Ther. Thou grumblest and railest every hour their toes,yoke you like draught oxen, and on Achilles; and thou art as full of envy at his make you plough up the wars. greatness, as Cerberus is at Proserpina's beauty, Achil. What, what? ay, that thou barkest at him.

Ther. Yes, good sooth; To, Achilles ! to, Ajar. Mistress Thersites!

Ajax! to! Ther. Thou shouldst suike him.

Ajax. I shall cut out your tongue. Ajar. Cobloaf!

Ther. 'Tis no matter ; I shall speak as much as Ther. He would pun thee into shivers with his thou afterwards. fist, as a sailor breaks a biscuit.

Patr. No more words, Thersites; peace. Ajar. You whoreson cur ! [Beating him. Ther. I'will hold my peace when Achilles Ther. Do, do.

brach bids me, shall 17 Ajax. Thou stool for a witch !

Achil. There's for you, Patroclns. Ther. Ay, do, du; thou sodden witted lord I thou. Ther. I will see you hanged, like clotpoles, ere nast no more brain than I have in mine elbows: I come any more to your tents; I will keep an assinyo may tutor thee : Thou scurvy valiant where there is wit stirring, and leave the faction ass! thou art here put to thrash Trojans; and of fools.

(E.rit. thou art bought and sold among those of any wit, Patr. A good riddance. like a Barbarian slave. Jf thou use to beat me, Achil. Marıy this, sir, is proclaimed through I will begin at thy heel, and tell what thou art all our host : by inches, thou thing of no bowels, thou ! That Hector, by the first hour of the sun, Ajax. You dog!

Will, with a trumpet, 'iwixt our tents and Troy, Ther. You scurvy lord !

To-morrow morning call some knight to arms, Ajar. You cur !

[Beating him. That hath a stomach; and such a one, that dare Ther. Mars his idiot! do, rudeness ; do, camel; Maintain-1 know not what; 'us trash: farewell.

Ajar. Farewell. Who shall answer him? Enter Achilles and Patroclus.

Achil. I know not, it is put lo lottery: otherwise, Achil. Why, how now, Ajax ? wherefore do He knew his man.

Ajax. 0, meaning you :-I'll go learn more of How, now, Thersites? what's the matter, man ? it.

(Eseunt. Ther. You see him there, do you?

SCENE II. Troy. A Room in Priam's Palace Achil. Ay; what's the matter ? Ther. Nay, look upon him.

Enter Priam, Hector, Troilus, Paris, and Achil. So I do, what's the matter ?

Helenus. Ther. Nay, but regard him well.

Pri. After so many hours, lives, speeches spent, Achil. Well, why I do so.

Thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks: Ther. But yet you look not well upon him: for, Deliver Helen, and all damage else whosoever you take him to be, he is Ajax. As honour, loss of time, travel, expense, Achil. I know that, fool.

Wounds, friends, and what else dear that is Ther. Ay, but that fool knows not himself.

consum'd Ajar. Therefore I beat thee.

In hot digestion of this cormorant war, Ther. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicnms of wit he shall be struck off :-Hector, what say you to't? utters! his evasions have ears thus long. I have Hect. Though no man lesser fears the Greeks bobbed his brain, more than he has beat my than I, bones: I will buy nine sparrows for a penny, and As far as toucheth my particular, yet, his pia mater is not worth the ninth part of a Dread Priam, sparrow. This, lord Achilles, Ajax,--who wears There is no lady of more softer bowels, his wit in his belly, and his guts in his head, - More spongy to suck in the sense of fear, I'll tell you what I say of him.

More ready to cry out-Who knows what fol Achil What?

laws ? Ther. I say, this Ajax

Than Hector is : The wound of peace is surety, Achil. Nay, good Ajax:

Surety secure; but modest doubt is called Ajax offers to strike him, Achilles interposes. The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches Ther. Has not so much wit

To the bottom of the worst. Let Helen go : Achil. Nay, I must hold you

Since the first sword was drawn about this ques Ther. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for tion, whom he comes to fight

Every tithe soul, 'mongst many thousand dismes Achil. Peace, fool!

Hath' been as dear as Helen ; I mean of ours:
Ther. I would have peace and quietness, but the If we have lost so many tenths of ours,
fool will not: he there; that he ; look you there. To guard a thing not ours; not worth to us,
Ajar. O thou damned cur! I shall-

Had it our name, the value of one ten;
Achil. Will you set your wit to a fool's ? What merit's in that reason, which denies
Ther. No, I warrant you: for a fool's will The yielding of her up?
shame it.

Fie, fie, my brother! Patr. Good words, Thersites.

Weigh you the worth and honour of a king, Achil. What's the quarrel ?

So great as our dread father, in a scale Aja.. I bade the vile owl, go learn me the ten- of common ounces? will you with counters sum our of the proclamation, and he rails upon me. The past-proportion of his infinite ?

you this?


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