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ACT V. SCENE 1. 


The Grecian camp. Before the tent of ACHILLES

Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS

 ACHILLES.

I'll heat his blood with Greekish wine to-night,
Which with my scimitar I'll cool to-morrow.
Patroclus, let us feast him to the height.

 PATROCLUS.

Here comes Thersites.

Enter THERSITES

 ACHILLES.

How now, thou core of envy!
Thou crusty batch of nature, what's the news?

 THERSITES.

Why, thou picture of what thou seemest, and idol of
idiot worshippers, here's a letter for thee.

 ACHILLES.

From whence, fragment?

 THERSITES.

Why, thou full dish of fool, from Troy.

 PATROCLUS.

Who keeps the tent now?

 THERSITES.

The surgeon's box or the patient's wound.

 PATROCLUS.

Well said, Adversity! and what needs these tricks?

 THERSITES.

Prithee, be silent, boy; I profit not by thy talk; thou
art said to be Achilles' male varlet.

 PATROCLUS.

Male varlet, you rogue! What's that?

 THERSITES.

Why, his masculine whore. Now, the rotten diseases of
the south, the guts-griping ruptures, catarrhs, loads o' gravel
in the back, lethargies, cold palsies, raw eyes, dirt-rotten
livers, wheezing lungs, bladders full of imposthume, sciaticas,
limekilns i' th' palm, incurable bone-ache, and the rivelled fee-
simple of the tetter, take and take again such preposterous
discoveries!

 PATROCLUS.

Why, thou damnable box of envy, thou, what meanest thou
to curse thus?

 THERSITES.

Do I curse thee?

 PATROCLUS.

Why, no, you ruinous butt; you whoreson
indistinguishable cur, no.

 THERSITES.

No! Why art thou, then, exasperate, thou idle immaterial
skein of sleid silk, thou green sarcenet flap for a sore eye,
thou tassel of a prodigal's purse, thou? Ah, how the poor world is
pest'red with such water-flies-diminutives of nature!

 PATROCLUS.

Out, gall!

 THERSITES.

Finch egg!

 ACHILLES.

My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite
From my great purpose in to-morrow's battle.
Here is a letter from Queen Hecuba,
A token from her daughter, my fair love,
Both taxing me and gaging me to keep
An oath that I have sworn. I will not break it.
Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay;
My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.
Come, come, Thersites, help to trim my tent;
This night in banqueting must all be spent.
Away, Patroclus! Exit with PATROCLUS

 THERSITES.

With too much blood and too little brain these two may
run mad; but, if with too much brain and to little blood they do,
I'll be a curer of madmen. Here's Agamemnon, an honest fellow
enough, and one that loves quails, but he has not so much brain
as ear-wax; and the goodly transformation of Jupiter there, his
brother, the bull, the primitive statue and oblique memorial of
cuckolds, a thrifty shoeing-horn in a chain, hanging at his
brother's leg-to what form but that he is, should wit larded with
malice, and malice forced with wit, turn him to? To an ass, were
nothing: he is both ass and ox. To an ox, were nothing: he is both
ox and ass. To be a dog, a mule, a cat, a fitchew, a toad, a
lizard, an owl, a put-tock, or a herring without a roe, I would
not care; but to be Menelaus, I would conspire against destiny.
Ask me not what I would be, if I were not Thersites; for I care
not to be the louse of a lazar, so I were not Menelaus. Hey-day!
sprites and fires!

Enter HECTOR, TROILUS, AJAX, AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES,

NESTOR, MENELAUS, and DIOMEDES, with lights

 AGAMEMNON.

We go wrong, we go wrong.

 AJAX.

No, yonder 'tis;
There, where we see the lights.

 HECTOR.

I trouble you.

 AJAX.

No, not a whit.

Re-enter ACHILLES

 ULYSSES.

Here comes himself to guide you.

 ACHILLES.

Welcome, brave Hector; welcome, Princes all.

 AGAMEMNON.

So now, fair Prince of Troy, I bid good night;
Ajax commands the guard to tend on you.

 HECTOR.

Thanks, and good night to the Greeks' general.

 MENELAUS.

Good night, my lord.

 HECTOR.

Good night, sweet Lord Menelaus.

 THERSITES.

Sweet draught! 'Sweet' quoth 'a?
Sweet sink, sweet sewer!

 ACHILLES.

Good night and welcome, both at once, to those
That go or tarry.

 AGAMEMNON.

Good night.

Exeunt AGAMEMNON and MENELAUS

 ACHILLES.

Old Nestor tarries; and you too, Diomed,
Keep Hector company an hour or two.

 DIOMEDES.

I cannot, lord; I have important business,
The tide whereof is now. Good night, great Hector.

 HECTOR.

Give me your hand.

 ULYSSES.

[Aside to TROILUS] Follow his torch; he goes to
Calchas' tent; I'll keep you company.

 TROILUS.

Sweet sir, you honour me.

 HECTOR.

And so, good night.

Exit DIOMEDES; ULYSSES and TROILUS following

 ACHILLES.

Come, come, enter my tent.

Exeunt all but THERSITES

 THERSITES.

That same Diomed's a false-hearted rogue, a most unjust
knave; I will no more trust him when he leers than I will a
serpent when he hisses. He will spend his mouth and promise, like
Brabbler the hound; but when he performs, astronomers foretell
it: it is prodigious, there will come some change; the sun
borrows of the moon when Diomed keeps his word. I will rather
leave to see Hector than not to dog him. They say he keeps a
Troyan drab, and uses the traitor Calchas' tent. I'll after.
Nothing but lechery! All incontinent varlets! Exit

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