Ther. Even so ? a great deal of your wit too lies in your sinews, or else there be liars. Hector shall have a great catch, if he knock out either of your brains; 'a were as good crack a fusty nut with no kernel. Achil. What, with me too, Thersites? Ther. 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. Achil, What, what? Ther. Yes, good sooth; To, Achilles! to, Ajax! to! Ajax. I shall cut out your tongue. Ther. 'Tis no matter; I shall speak as much as thou, afterwards. Patr. No more words, Thersites; peace. Ther. I will hold my peace when Achilles' brach bids me, shall I? Achil. There's for you, Patroclus. Ther. I will see you hang'd, 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. Patr. A good riddance. Achil. Marry, this, Sir, is proclaim'd through all our host: That Hector, by the first hour of the sun, Ajax, Farewell. Who shall answer him? Achil. I know not, it is put to lottery; otherwise, Enter PRIAM, HECTOR, TROILUS, PARIS, and HELENUS. Pri. After so many hours, lives, speeches spent, Thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks; Deliver Helen, and all damage else As honour, loss of time, travel, expence, Wounds, friends, and what else dear that is 4 consum'd There is no lady of more softer bowels, More spungy to suck in the sense of fear, More ready to cry out Who knows what fol lows? Than Hector is: The wound of peace is surety, Since the first sword was drawn about this ques tion, Every tithe soul, 'mongst many thousand dismes, Hath been as dear as Helen; I mean, of ours To guard a thing not ours; not worth to us,-- 3 Al What merit's in that reason, which denies Tro: Fie, fie, my brother! Weigh you the worth and honour of a King, ludi So great as our dread father, in a scale New LA. Of common ounces? will you with counters sum aÀ The past-proportion of his infinite? And buckle-in a waist most fathomless, at LaA With spans and inches so diminutive reasons, As fears and reasons? fie, for godly shame!od You fur your gloves with reason. reasons: wT Here are yo You know, an enemy intends you harm; The very wings of reason to his heels: reason, Let's shut our "gates, and sleep: Manhood and honour Should have hare hearts, would they but fat their thoughts With this cramm'd reason: reason and respect Hect. Brother, she is not worth what she doth The holding. cost Tro. What is aught, but as 'tis valued? Hect. But value dwells not in particular will; It holds his estimate and dignity t As well wherein 'tis precious, of itself We do not throw in unrespective sieve, Because we now are full. It was thought meet, sir'd; And, for an old aunt, whom the Greeks held Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes pale the morning. If you'll avouch, 'twas wisdom Paris went, Hect. It is Cassandra. Enter CASSANDRA, raving: Cas. Cry, Trojans, cry! lend me ten thousand And I will fill them with prophetick tears. Cas. Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled Soft infancy, that nothing can'st but cry, |