ACT II. SCENE 1. 

Agamemnon-how if he had boils full, an over, generally?

And those boils did run-say so. Did not the general run
then? Were not that a botchy core?

Then there would come some matter from him;
I see none now.

The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel beef-witted
lord!

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!

Dost thou think I have no sense, thou strikest me thus?

Thou art proclaim'd, a fool, I think.

I would thou didst itch from head to foot and I had the
scratching of thee; I would make thee the loathsomest scab in
Greece. When thou art forth in the incursions, thou strikest as
slow as another.

Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Achilles; and
thou art as full of envy at his greatness as Cerberus is at
Proserpina's beauty-ay, that thou bark'st at him.

Thou shouldst strike him.

He would pun thee into shivers with his fist, as a
sailor breaks a biscuit.

Do, do.

Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord! Thou hast no more
brain than I have in mine elbows; an assinico may tutor thee. You
scurvy valiant ass! Thou art here but to thrash Troyans, 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!

You scurvy lord!

Mars his idiot! Do, rudeness; do, camel; do, do.

You see him there, do you?

Nay, look upon him.

Nay, but regard him well.

But yet you look not well upon him; for who some ever
you take him to be, he is Ajax.

Ay, but that fool knows not himself.

Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he utters! His
evasions have ears thus long. I have bobb'd his brain more than
he has beat my bones. I will buy nine sparrows for a penny, and
his pia mater 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 him.

I say this Ajax- [AJAX offers to strike him]

Has not so much wit-

As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for whom he
comes to fight.

I would have peace and quietness, but the fool will not-
he there; that he; look you there.

No, I warrant you, the fool's will shame it.

I serve thee not.

I serve here voluntary.

E'en so; a great deal of your wit too lies in your
sinews, or else there be liars. Hector shall have a great catch
an he knock out either of your brains: 'a were as good crack a
fusty nut with no kernel.

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.

Yes, good sooth. To Achilles, to Ajax, to-

'Tis no matter; I shall speak as much as thou
afterwards.

I will hold my peace when Achilles' brach bids me, shall
I?

I will see you hang'd like clotpoles ere I come any more
to your tents. I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave
the faction of fools