Act 2, Scene 1

The Grecian camp

  1. [Enter Ajax and THERSITES.]
  2. Ajax
  3. 811 Thersites!
  4. Thersites
  5. 812 Agamemnon—how if he had boils full, an over, generally?
  6. Ajax
  7. 813 Thersites!
  8. Thersites
  9. 814 And those boils did run—say so. Did not the general run
  10. 815 then? Were not that a botchy core?
  11. Ajax
  12. 816 Dog!
  13. Thersites
  14. 817 Then there would come some matter from him;
  15. 818 I see none now.
  16. Ajax
  17. 819 Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not hear? Feel, then.
  18. [Strikes him.]
  19. Thersites
  20. 820 The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel beef-witted
  21. 821 lord!
  22. Ajax
  23. 822 Speak, then, thou whinid'st leaven, speak. I will beat thee
  24. 823 into handsomeness.
  25. Thersites
  26. 824 I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness; but I
  27. 825 think thy horse will sooner con an oration than thou learn a
  28. 826 prayer without book. Thou canst strike, canst thou? A red murrain
  29. 827 o' thy jade's tricks!
  30. Ajax
  31. 828 Toadstool, learn me the proclamation.
  32. Thersites
  33. 829 Dost thou think I have no sense, thou strikest me thus?
  34. Ajax
  35. 830 The proclamation!
  36. Thersites
  37. 831 Thou art proclaim'd, a fool, I think.
  38. Ajax
  39. 832 Do not, porpentine, do not; my fingers itch.
  40. Thersites
  41. 833 I would thou didst itch from head to foot and I had the
  42. 834 scratching of thee; I would make thee the loathsomest scab in
  43. 835 Greece. When thou art forth in the incursions, thou strikest as
  44. 836 slow as another.
  45. Ajax
  46. 837 I say, the proclamation.
  47. Thersites
  48. 838 Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Achilles; and
  49. 839 thou art as full of envy at his greatness as Cerberus is at
  50. 840 Proserpina's beauty—ay, that thou bark'st at him.
  51. Ajax
  52. 841 Mistress Thersites!
  53. Thersites
  54. 842 Thou shouldst strike him.
  55. Ajax
  56. 843 Cobloaf!
  57. Thersites
  58. 844 He would pun thee into shivers with his fist, as a
  59. 845 sailor breaks a biscuit.
  60. Ajax
  61. 846 You whoreson cur!
  62. [Strikes him.]
  63. Thersites
  64. 847 Do, do.
  65. Ajax
  66. 848 Thou stool for a witch!
  67. Thersites
  68. 849 Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord! Thou hast no more
  69. 850 brain than I have in mine elbows; an assinico may tutor thee. You
  70. 851 scurvy valiant ass! Thou art here but to thrash Troyans, and thou
  71. 852 art bought and sold among those of any wit like a barbarian
  72. 853 slave. If thou use to beat me, I will begin at thy heel and tell
  73. 854 what thou art by inches, thou thing of no bowels, thou!
  74. Ajax
  75. 855 You dog!
  76. Thersites
  77. 856 You scurvy lord!
  78. Ajax
  79. 857 You cur!
  80. [Strikes him.]
  81. Thersites
  82. 858 Mars his idiot! Do, rudeness; do, camel; do, do.
  83. [Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS.]
  84. Achilles
  85. 859 Why, how now, Ajax! Wherefore do you thus?
  86. 860 How now, Thersites! What's the matter, man?
  87. Thersites
  88. 861 You see him there, do you?
  89. Achilles
  90. 862 Ay; what's the matter?
  91. Thersites
  92. 863 Nay, look upon him.
  93. Achilles
  94. 864 So I do. What's the matter?
  95. Thersites
  96. 865 Nay, but regard him well.
  97. Achilles
  98. 866 Well! why, so I do.
  99. Thersites
  100. 867 But yet you look not well upon him; for who some ever
  101. 868 you take him to be, he is Ajax.
  102. Achilles
  103. 869 I know that, fool.
  104. Thersites
  105. 870 Ay, but that fool knows not himself.
  106. Ajax
  107. 871 Therefore I beat thee.
  108. Thersites
  109. 872 Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he utters! His
  110. 873 evasions have ears thus long. I have bobb'd his brain more than
  111. 874 he has beat my bones. I will buy nine sparrows for a penny, and
  112. 875 his pia mater is not worth the ninth part of a sparrow. This
  113. 876 lord, Achilles, Ajax—who wears his wit in his belly and his guts
  114. 877 in his head—I'll tell you what I say of him.
  115. Achilles
  116. 878 What?
  117. Thersites
  118. 879 I say this Ajax—
  119. [AJAX offers to strike him.]
  120. Achilles
  121. 880 Nay, good Ajax.
  122. Thersites
  123. 881 Has not so much wit
  124. Achilles
  125. 882 Nay, I must hold you.
  126. Thersites
  127. 883 As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for whom he
  128. 884 comes to fight.
  129. Achilles
  130. 885 Peace, fool.
  131. Thersites
  132. 886 I would have peace and quietness, but the fool will not—
  133. 887 he there; that he; look you there.
  134. Ajax
  135. 888 O thou damned cur! I shall—
  136. Achilles
  137. 889 Will you set your wit to a fool's?
  138. Thersites
  139. 890 No, I warrant you, the fool's will shame it.
  140. Patroclus
  141. 891 Good words, Thersites.
  142. Achilles
  143. 892 What's the quarrel?
  144. Ajax
  145. 893 I bade the vile owl go learn me the tenour of the
  146. 894 proclamation, and he rails upon me.
  147. Thersites
  148. 895 I serve thee not.
  149. Ajax
  150. 896 Well, go to, go to.
  151. Thersites
  152. 897 I serve here voluntary.
  153. Achilles
  154. 898 Your last service was suff'rance; 'twas not voluntary. No
  155. 899 man is beaten voluntary. Ajax was here the voluntary, and you as
  156. 900 under an impress.
  157. Thersites
  158. 901 E'en so; a great deal of your wit too lies in your
  159. 902 sinews, or else there be liars. Hector shall have a great catch
  160. 903 an he knock out either of your brains: 'a were as good crack a
  161. 904 fusty nut with no kernel.
  162. Achilles
  163. 905 What, with me too, Thersites?
  164. Thersites
  165. 906 There's Ulysses and old Nestor—whose wit was mouldy ere
  166. 907 your grandsires had nails on their toes—yoke you like draught
  167. 908 oxen, and make you plough up the wars.
  168. Achilles
  169. 909 What, what?
  170. Thersites
  171. 910 Yes, good sooth. To Achilles, to Ajax, to—
  172. Ajax
  173. 911 I shall cut out your tongue.
  174. Thersites
  175. 912 'Tis no matter; I shall speak as much as thou
  176. 913 afterwards.
  177. Patroclus
  178. 914 No more words, Thersites; peace!
  179. Thersites
  180. 915 I will hold my peace when Achilles' brach bids me, shall I?
  181. Achilles
  182. 916 There's for you, Patroclus.
  183. Thersites
  184. 917 I will see you hang'd like clotpoles ere I come any more
  185. 918 to your tents. I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave
  186. 919 the faction of fools.
  187. [Exit.]
  188. Patroclus
  189. 920 A good riddance.
  190. Achilles
  191. 921 Marry, this, sir, is proclaim'd through all our host,
  192. 922 That Hector, by the fifth hour of the sun,
  193. 923 Will with a trumpet 'twixt our tents and Troy,
  194. 924 To-morrow morning, call some knight to arms
  195. 925 That hath a stomach; and such a one that dare
  196. 926 Maintain I know not what; 'tis trash. Farewell.
  197. Ajax
  198. 927 Farewell. Who shall answer him?
  199. Achilles
  200. 928 I know not; 'tis put to lott'ry. Otherwise. He knew his man.
  201. Ajax
  202. 929 O, meaning you! I will go learn more of it.
  203. [Exeunt.]