Act 2, Scene 1
The Grecian camp
- [Enter Ajax and THERSITES.]
- Ajax
- 811 Thersites!
- Thersites
- 812 Agamemnon—how if he had boils full, an over, generally?
- Ajax
- 813 Thersites!
- Thersites
- 814 And those boils did run—say so. Did not the general run
- 815 then? Were not that a botchy core?
- Ajax
- 816 Dog!
- Thersites
- 817 Then there would come some matter from him;
- 818 I see none now.
- Ajax
- 819 Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not hear? Feel, then.
- [Strikes him.]
- Thersites
- 820 The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel beef-witted
- 821 lord!
- Ajax
- 822 Speak, then, thou whinid'st leaven, speak. I will beat thee
- 823 into handsomeness.
- Thersites
- 824 I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness; but I
- 825 think thy horse will sooner con an oration than thou learn a
- 826 prayer without book. Thou canst strike, canst thou? A red murrain
- 827 o' thy jade's tricks!
- Ajax
- 828 Toadstool, learn me the proclamation.
- Thersites
- 829 Dost thou think I have no sense, thou strikest me thus?
- Ajax
- 830 The proclamation!
- Thersites
- 831 Thou art proclaim'd, a fool, I think.
- Ajax
- 832 Do not, porpentine, do not; my fingers itch.
- Thersites
- 833 I would thou didst itch from head to foot and I had the
- 834 scratching of thee; I would make thee the loathsomest scab in
- 835 Greece. When thou art forth in the incursions, thou strikest as
- 836 slow as another.
- Ajax
- 837 I say, the proclamation.
- Thersites
- 838 Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Achilles; and
- 839 thou art as full of envy at his greatness as Cerberus is at
- 840 Proserpina's beauty—ay, that thou bark'st at him.
- Ajax
- 841 Mistress Thersites!
- Thersites
- 842 Thou shouldst strike him.
- Ajax
- 843 Cobloaf!
- Thersites
- 844 He would pun thee into shivers with his fist, as a
- 845 sailor breaks a biscuit.
- Ajax
- 846 You whoreson cur!
- [Strikes him.]
- Thersites
- 847 Do, do.
- Ajax
- 848 Thou stool for a witch!
- Thersites
- 849 Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord! Thou hast no more
- 850 brain than I have in mine elbows; an assinico may tutor thee. You
- 851 scurvy valiant ass! Thou art here but to thrash Troyans, and thou
- 852 art bought and sold among those of any wit like a barbarian
- 853 slave. If thou use to beat me, I will begin at thy heel and tell
- 854 what thou art by inches, thou thing of no bowels, thou!
- Ajax
- 855 You dog!
- Thersites
- 856 You scurvy lord!
- Ajax
- 857 You cur!
- [Strikes him.]
- Thersites
- 858 Mars his idiot! Do, rudeness; do, camel; do, do.
- [Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS.]
- Achilles
- 859 Why, how now, Ajax! Wherefore do you thus?
- 860 How now, Thersites! What's the matter, man?
- Thersites
- 861 You see him there, do you?
- Achilles
- 862 Ay; what's the matter?
- Thersites
- 863 Nay, look upon him.
- Achilles
- 864 So I do. What's the matter?
- Thersites
- 865 Nay, but regard him well.
- Achilles
- 866 Well! why, so I do.
- Thersites
- 867 But yet you look not well upon him; for who some ever
- 868 you take him to be, he is Ajax.
- Achilles
- 869 I know that, fool.
- Thersites
- 870 Ay, but that fool knows not himself.
- Ajax
- 871 Therefore I beat thee.
- Thersites
- 872 Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he utters! His
- 873 evasions have ears thus long. I have bobb'd his brain more than
- 874 he has beat my bones. I will buy nine sparrows for a penny, and
- 875 his pia mater is not worth the ninth part of a sparrow. This
- 876 lord, Achilles, Ajax—who wears his wit in his belly and his guts
- 877 in his head—I'll tell you what I say of him.
- Achilles
- 878 What?
- Thersites
- 879 I say this Ajax—
- [AJAX offers to strike him.]
- Achilles
- 880 Nay, good Ajax.
- Thersites
- 881 Has not so much wit—
- Achilles
- 882 Nay, I must hold you.
- Thersites
- 883 As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for whom he
- 884 comes to fight.
- Achilles
- 885 Peace, fool.
- Thersites
- 886 I would have peace and quietness, but the fool will not—
- 887 he there; that he; look you there.
- Ajax
- 888 O thou damned cur! I shall—
- Achilles
- 889 Will you set your wit to a fool's?
- Thersites
- 890 No, I warrant you, the fool's will shame it.
- Patroclus
- 891 Good words, Thersites.
- Achilles
- 892 What's the quarrel?
- Ajax
- 893 I bade the vile owl go learn me the tenour of the
- 894 proclamation, and he rails upon me.
- Thersites
- 895 I serve thee not.
- Ajax
- 896 Well, go to, go to.
- Thersites
- 897 I serve here voluntary.
- Achilles
- 898 Your last service was suff'rance; 'twas not voluntary. No
- 899 man is beaten voluntary. Ajax was here the voluntary, and you as
- 900 under an impress.
- Thersites
- 901 E'en so; a great deal of your wit too lies in your
- 902 sinews, or else there be liars. Hector shall have a great catch
- 903 an he knock out either of your brains: 'a were as good crack a
- 904 fusty nut with no kernel.
- Achilles
- 905 What, with me too, Thersites?
- Thersites
- 906 There's Ulysses and old Nestor—whose wit was mouldy ere
- 907 your grandsires had nails on their toes—yoke you like draught
- 908 oxen, and make you plough up the wars.
- Achilles
- 909 What, what?
- Thersites
- 910 Yes, good sooth. To Achilles, to Ajax, to—
- Ajax
- 911 I shall cut out your tongue.
- Thersites
- 912 'Tis no matter; I shall speak as much as thou
- 913 afterwards.
- Patroclus
- 914 No more words, Thersites; peace!
- Thersites
- 915 I will hold my peace when Achilles' brach bids me, shall I?
- Achilles
- 916 There's for you, Patroclus.
- Thersites
- 917 I will see you hang'd like clotpoles ere I come any more
- 918 to your tents. I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave
- 919 the faction of fools.
- [Exit.]
- Patroclus
- 920 A good riddance.
- Achilles
- 921 Marry, this, sir, is proclaim'd through all our host,
- 922 That Hector, by the fifth hour of the sun,
- 923 Will with a trumpet 'twixt our tents and Troy,
- 924 To-morrow morning, call some knight to arms
- 925 That hath a stomach; and such a one that dare
- 926 Maintain I know not what; 'tis trash. Farewell.
- Ajax
- 927 Farewell. Who shall answer him?
- Achilles
- 928 I know not; 'tis put to lott'ry. Otherwise. He knew his man.
- Ajax
- 929 O, meaning you! I will go learn more of it.
- [Exeunt.]