| ACT II SCENE I | A part of the Grecian camp. | |
| | Enter AJAX and THERSITES | |
| AJAX | Thersites! | |
| THERSITES | Agamemnon, how if he had boils? full, all over, | |
| | generally? | |
| AJAX | Thersites! | 5 |
| THERSITES | And those boils did run? say so: did not the | |
| | general run then? were not that a botchy core? | |
| AJAX | Dog! | |
| THERSITES | Then would come some matter from him; I see none now. | |
| AJAX | Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not hear? | 10 |
| | Beating him | |
| | Feel, then. | |
| THERSITES | The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel | |
| | beef-witted lord! | |
| AJAX | Speak then, thou vinewedst leaven, speak: I will | |
| | beat thee into handsomeness. | 15 |
| THERSITES | 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. | 20 |
| THERSITES | Dost thou think I have no sense, thou strikest me thus? | |
| AJAX | The proclamation! | |
| THERSITES | Thou art proclaimed a fool, I think. | |
| AJAX | Do not, porpentine, do not: my fingers itch. | |
| THERSITES | I would thou didst itch from head to foot and I had | 25 |
| | 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! | |
| THERSITES | Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Achilles, | 30 |
| | and thou art as full of envy at his greatness as | |
| | Cerberus is at Proserpine's beauty, ay, that thou | |
| | barkest at him. | |
| AJAX | Mistress Thersites! | |
| THERSITES | Thou shouldest strike him. | 35 |
| AJAX | Cobloaf! | |
| THERSITES | He would pun thee into shivers with his fist, as a | |
| | sailor breaks a biscuit. | |
| AJAX | Beating him | |
| THERSITES | Do, do. | |
| AJAX | Thou stool for a witch! | 40 |
| THERSITES | Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no | |
| | more brain than I have in mine elbows; an assinego | |
| | 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. | 45 |
| | 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! | |
| THERSITES | You scurvy lord! | 50 |
| AJAX | Beating him | |
| THERSITES | Mars his idiot! do, rudeness; do, camel; do, do. | |
| | Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS | |
| ACHILLES | Why, how now, Ajax! wherefore do you thus? How now, | |
| | Thersites! what's the matter, man? | |
| THERSITES | You see him there, do you? | |
| ACHILLES | Ay; what's the matter? | 55 |
| THERSITES | Nay, look upon him. | |
| ACHILLES | So I do: what's the matter? | |
| THERSITES | Nay, but regard him well. | |
| ACHILLES | 'Well!' why, I do so. | |
| THERSITES | But yet you look not well upon him; for whosoever you | 60 |
| | take him to be, he is Ajax. | |
| ACHILLES | I know that, fool. | |
| THERSITES | Ay, but that fool knows not himself. | |
| AJAX | Therefore I beat thee. | |
| THERSITES | Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he utters! his | 65 |
| | 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 nineth part of a sparrow. This lord, | |
| | Achilles, Ajax, who wears his wit in his belly and | 70 |
| | his guts in his head, I'll tell you what I say of | |
| | him. | |
| ACHILLES | What? | |
| THERSITES | I say, this Ajax-- | |
| | Ajax offers to beat him | |
| ACHILLES | Nay, good Ajax. | 75 |
| THERSITES | Has not so much wit-- | |
| ACHILLES | Nay, I must hold you. | |
| THERSITES | As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for whom he | |
| | comes to fight. | |
| ACHILLES | Peace, fool! | 80 |
| THERSITES | 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-- | |
| ACHILLES | Will you set your wit to a fool's? | |
| THERSITES | No, I warrant you; for a fools will shame it. | 85 |
| PATROCLUS | Good words, Thersites. | |
| ACHILLES | What's the quarrel? | |
| AJAX | I bade the vile owl go learn me the tenor of the | |
| | proclamation, and he rails upon me. | |
| THERSITES | I serve thee not. | 90 |
| AJAX | Well, go to, go to. | |
| THERSITES | I serve here voluntarily. | |
| ACHILLES | Your last service was sufferance, 'twas not | |
| | voluntary: no man is beaten voluntary: Ajax was | |
| | here the voluntary, and you as under an impress. | 95 |
| THERSITES | E'en so; a great deal of your wit, too, lies in your | |
| | sinews, or else there be liars. Hector have a great | |
| | catch, if he knock out either of your brains: a' | |
| | were as good crack a fusty nut with no kernel. | |
| ACHILLES | What, with me too, Thersites? | 100 |
| THERSITES | 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. | |
| ACHILLES | What, what? | |
| THERSITES | Yes, good sooth: to, Achilles! to, Ajax! to! | 105 |
| AJAX | I shall cut out your tongue. | |
| THERSITES | 'Tis no matter! I shall speak as much as thou | |
| | afterwards. | |
| PATROCLUS | No more words, Thersites; peace! | |
| THERSITES | I will hold my peace when Achilles' brach bids me, shall I? | 110 |
| ACHILLES | There's for you, Patroclus. | |
| THERSITES | 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 | |
| PATROCLUS | A good riddance. | 115 |
| ACHILLES | Marry, this, sir, is proclaim'd through all our host: | |
| | That Hector, by the fifth hour of the sun, | |
| | Will with a trumpet 'twixt our tents and Troy | |
| | To-morrow morning call some knight to arms | |
| | That hath a stomach; and such a one that dare | 120 |
| | Maintain--I know not what: 'tis trash. Farewell. | |
| AJAX | Farewell. Who shall answer him? | |
| ACHILLES | I know not: 'tis put to lottery; otherwise | |
| | He knew his man. | |
| AJAX | O, meaning you. I will go learn more of it. | 125 |
| | Exeunt | |