Troilus and Cressida

Troilus and Cressida

ACT V SCENE IV	Plains between Troy and the Grecian camp.
	Alarums: excursions. Enter THERSITES
THERSITES	Now they are clapper-clawing one another; I'll go
	look on. That dissembling abominable varlets Diomed,
	has got that same scurvy doting foolish young knave's
	sleeve of Troy there in his helm: I would fain see	5
	them meet; that that same young Trojan ass, that
	loves the whore there, might send that Greekish
	whore-masterly villain, with the sleeve, back to the
	dissembling luxurious drab, of a sleeveless errand.
	O' the t'other side, the policy of those crafty	10
	swearing rascals, that stale old mouse-eaten dry
	cheese, Nestor, and that same dog-fox, Ulysses, is
	not proved worthy a blackberry: they set me up, in
	policy, that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that dog of
	as bad a kind, Achilles: and now is the cur Ajax	15
	prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm
	to-day; whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim
	barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion.
	Soft! here comes sleeve, and t'other.
	Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following
TROILUS	Fly not; for shouldst thou take the river Styx,	20
	I would swim after.
DIOMEDES	Thou dost miscall retire:
	I do not fly, but advantageous care
	Withdrew me from the odds of multitude:
	Have at thee!	25
THERSITES	Hold thy whore, Grecian!--now for thy whore,
	Trojan!--now the sleeve, now the sleeve!
	Exeunt TROILUS and DIOMEDES, fighting
	Enter HECTOR
HECTOR	What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's match?
	Art thou of blood and honour?
THERSITES	No, no, I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave:	30
	a very filthy rogue.
HECTOR	I do believe thee: live.
	Exit
THERSITES	God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a
	plague break thy neck for frightening me! What's
	become of the wenching rogues? I think they have	35
	swallowed one another: I would laugh at that
	miracle: yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself.
	I'll seek them.
	Exit