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As banks of Libya,-though, Apollo knows,

"T is dry enough,-will, with great speed of judgment, Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose

Pointing on him.

ULYSS. And wake him to the answer, think you?
NEST.

Yes,

It is most meet: Whom may you else oppose,
That can from Hector bring his honour off,
If not Achilles? Though 't be a sportful combat,
Yet in this trial much opinion dwells;

For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repute
With their fin'st palate: And trust to me, Ulysses,
Our imputation shall be oddly pois'd

In this wild action: for the success,
Although particular, shall give a scantling
Of good or bad unto the general;

And in such indexes, although small pricks
To their subsequent volumes, there is seen
The baby figure of the giant mass

Of things to come at large. It is suppos'd,
He that meets Hector issues from our choice:
And choice, being mutual act of all our souls,
Makes merit her election; and doth boil,

As 't were from forth us all, a man distill'd
Out of our virtues; who, miscarrying,

What heart from hence receives the conquering part,
To steel a strong opinion to themselves?

Which entertain'd, limbs are his instruments,
In no less working, than are swords and bows
Directive by the limbs.

ULYSS. Give pardon to my speech ;

Therefore 't is meet, Achilles meet not Hector.
Let us like merchants show our foulest wares,
And think, perchance, they 'll sell; if not,

The lustre of the better yet to show

Shall show the better a. Do not consent

That ever Hector and Achilles meet;

For both our honour and our shame, in this,

Are dogg'd with two strange followers.

NEST. I see them not with my old eyes; what are they? ULYSS. What glory our Achilles shares from Hector,

a The quarto reads

"The lustre of the better shall exceed, By showing the worst first."

Were he not proud, we all should wear a with him:
But he already is too insolent;

And we were better parch in Afric sun,

Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes,
Should he 'scape Hector fair: If he were foil'd,
Why, then we did our main opinion crush

In taint of our best man. No, make a lottery;
And, by device, let blockish Ajax draw
The sort to fight with Hector: Among ourselves
Give him allowance as the worthier man b,
For that will physic the great Myrmidon,
Who broils in loud applause; and make him fall
His crest, that prouder than blue Iris bends.
If the dull brainless Ajax come safe off,
We'll dress him up in voices: If he fail,
Yet go we under our opinion still

That we have better men. But, hit or miss,
Our project's life this shape of sense assumes,
Ajax, employ'd, plucks down Achilles' plumes.
NEST. Now, Ulysses, I begin to relish thy advice;
And I will give a taste of it forthwith

To Agamemnon: go we to him straight.
Two curs shall tame each other: Pride alone
Must tarre the mastiffs on, as 't were their bone.

a Wear in the folio-in the quarto, share.
So the folio-in the quarto, for the better man.

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THER. Agamemnon-how if he had boils? full, all over, generally?

AJAX. Thersites,

THER. And those boils did run?-Say so,-did not the general run? were not

that a botchy core?

AJAX. Dog,

[Strikes him.

THER. Then would come some matter from him; I see none now.
AJAX. Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not hear? Feel then.
THER. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel beef-witted lord *!

head

AJAX. Speak then, thou vinew'desta leaven, speak: I will beat thee into hand

someness.

Thou

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.
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 strik'st me thus?

AJAX. The proclamation,—

THER. Thou art proclaimed a fool, I think.

AJAX. Do not, porcupine, do not; my fingers itch.

THER. 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."]

AJAX. I say, the proclamation,

THER. 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.

AJAX. Mistress Thersites !

THER. Thou shouldst strike him.

AJAX. Cobloaf!

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

biscuit.

AJAX. You whoreson cur!

THER. Do, do.

[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 assinegod may tutor thee: Thou scurvy valiant
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!

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

[Beating him.

Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS.

ACHIL. Why, how now, Ajax? wherefore do you this?

How now, Thersites? what's the matter, man?

THER. You see him there, do you?

a Vinew'dest-vinewed-vinny-signifies decayed, mouldy; the word in the text is the superlative of vinewed. The modern editors have retained "unsalted," from the quarto. In the preface to our translation of the Bible we have "fenewed traditions."

These words are not in the folio.

e

Pun-pound.

d

Assinego-an ass.

⚫ But. Both the quarto and folio so read; but put has crept into modern editions.

ACHIL. Ay; what 's the matter?

THER. Nay, look upon him.

ACHIL. So I do; what 's the matter?

THER. Nay, but regard him well.

ACHIL. Well! why I do so.

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. Ay, but that fool knows not himself.

AJAX. Therefore I beat thee.

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 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. ACHIL. What?

THER. I say, this Ajax

ACHIL. Nay, good Ajax.

THER. Has not so much wit

ACHIL. Nay, I must hold

you.

[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

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 tenor 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, 't was not voluntary; no man is beaten voluntary; Ajax was here the voluntary, and you as under an impress.

THER. 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 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 war.

ACHIL. What, what?

THER. Yes, good sooth. To Achilles! to Ajax! to!

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