To rowze a Grecian that is true in love. If none, he'll fay in Troy when he retires, Aga. This fhall be told our lovers, Lord Æneas. If none of them have foul in fuch a kind, We've left them all at home: but we are foldiers; That means not, hath not, or is not in love! none elfe, I'm he. One nobleman that hath one spark of fire, Aga. Fair Lord Eneas, let me touch your hand: So fhall each Lord of Greece from tent to tent: [Exeunt. . Uly. I have a young conception in my brain, Blunt wedges rive hard knots; the feeded pride In rank Achilles, muft or now be cropt, Neft. Well, and how now? Ulf. This challenge that the valiant Hector fends, However it is spread in general name, Relates in purpose only to Achilles. Neft. The purpose is perfpicuous even as fubftance, Whofe groffness little characters fum up: And in the publication, make no ftrain, But that Achilles, were his brain as barren As banks of Lybia, (tho', Apollo knows, 'Tis dry enough,) will with great fpeed of judgment, Uly. And wake him to the answer, think you? It is moft meet; whom may you elfe oppose Of things to come, at large. It is fuppos'd, And And choice being mutual act of all our fouls, What heart from hence receives the conqu'ring part Ulyf. Give pardon to my speech; Therefore 'tis fit Achilles meet not Hector. Let us, like merchants, fhew our fouleft wares, 3 And think perchance they'll fell; if not, why ftill Shall fhew the better. Do not then confent For both our honour and our fhame in this Are dogg'd with two ftrange followers. Neft. I fee them not with my old eyes: what are they? And we were better parch in Africk Sun The fort to fight with Hector: 'mong our felves, 3 The luftre Our Our projects life this fhape of fenfe affumes, 2 ACT II. S CEN E 1. The Grecian Camp. Enter Ajax and Therfites. AJAX. THERSITES! full, all over generally. Ajax. Therfites! -how if he had biles- Ther. And thofe biles did run-fay fodid not the General run? were not that a botchy core? Ajax. Dog! Ther. Then there would come fome matter from him; I fee none now. Ajax. Thou bitch-wolf's fon, canft thou not hear? feel then. [Strikes bim. Ther. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mungrel beef-witted Lord! Ajax. Speak then, you'whinnid'ft baven, fpeak, s'or I will beat thee into handfomnefs. Ther. I fhall fooner rail thee into wit and holiness; but I think thy horfe will fooner con an oration, than thou learn a prayer without book: thou canst ftrike, canst thou? a red murrain o' thy jades tricks! Ajax. Ajax. Toads-ftool! learn me the proclamation. Ther. Doft thou think I have no fenfe, thou strik'ft me thus ? Ajax. The proclamation Ther. Thou art proclaim'd 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 fcratching of thee; I would make thee the loathfom'ft fcab in Greece. Ajax. I fay, the proclamation. Ther. Thou grumbleft and raileft every hour on Achilles, and thou art as full of envy at his greatnefs, as Cerberus is at Proferpina's beauty : I, that thou bark'it at him. Ajax. Miftrefs Therfites! Ther. Thou shouldst strike him. Ajax. Cobloaf! Ther. He would pound thee into fhivers with his fift, as a failor breaks a bisket. Ajax. You whorefon cur! Ther. Do, do. Ajax. Thou ftool for a witch! [Beating him. Ther. Ay, do, thou fodden-witted Lord; thou haft no more brain than I have in my elbows: an Affinego may tutor thee. Thou fcurvy valiant afs, thou art here but to thrash Trojans, and thou art bought and fold among thofe of any wit, like a Barbarian flave. If thou ufe 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 fcurvy Lord! Ajax. You cur! [Beating him. Ther. Mars his ideot! do, rudeness, do, camel, do, do. Enter Achilles and Patroclus. Achil. Why, how now, Ajax? wherefore do you this? How now, Therfites? what's the matter, man? Ther. |