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Acbil. Thou art too brief. I will the second time,
Heit. O, like a book of sport thou'lt read me o’er:
Achil. Tell me, you heav'ns, in which part of his body
Heet. It would discredit the blest Gods, proud man,
Acbil. I tell thee, yea.
Helt. Wert thou the oracle to tell me fo,
Ajax. Do not chafe thee, cousin;
Helt. I pray you, let us see you in the field:
Achil. Dost thou intreat me, Hečtor ?
HET. 3 to be odd
Heat. Thy hand upon that match. Aga. First, all you Peers of Greece, go to my tent, There in the full convive you ; afterwards, As Hector's leisure and your bounties shall Concur together, severally intreat him To taste your bounties : let the trumpets blow; That this great soldier may his welcome know. [Exeunt.
S с E. N E X.
Manent Troilus and Ulysses.
Ulys. At Menelaus' tent, most princely Troilus ;
Troi. Shall I, sweet Lord, be bound to thee so much,
Ulyf. You shall command me, Sir.
Troi. O Sir, to such as boasting shew their scars,
on, my Lord ? She was belov'd, she lov'd: she is, and doth. But still, sweet love is food for fortune's tooth. (Exeunt.
4 that wails
Which with my scimitar l'll cool to-morrow.
Ther. Why, thou picture of what thou seem'ft, and idol of idiot-worshippers, here's a letter for thee.
Achil. From whence, fragment?
Ther. Pr'ythee be filent, boy, I profit not by thy talk; thou art thought to be Achilles's si male-harlot.
Pat. S'Male-harlot, you rogue ? what's that?
Tber. Why, his masculine whore. Now the rotten diseases of the south, guts-griping, ruptures, catarrhs, loads o' gravel i' th' back ; lethargies, cold palsies, raw eyes, dirt-rotten livers, wheezing lungs, bladders full of impofthume, sciatica's, lime-kilns i th' palm, incurable bone-ake, and the rivalld fee-simple of the
tetter, (a) In this answer Therfites only quibbles upon the word Tent. 4 batch . . . old. edit. Theob. emend. Š Male-Varlet. . . . old edit. Thirl. emend.
tetter, take and take again fuch preposterous 6 debaucheries !
Pat. Why, thou damnable box of envy thou, what mean'ft thou to curse thus ?
Tber. Do I curse thee?
Pat. Why, no, you ruinous butt, you whorefon indistinguishable cur.
Ther. No ? why art thou then exasperate, thou idle immaterial skein of ney'd Gilk; thou green farcenet fiap for a sore eye; thou taffel of a prodigal's purse, thou? Ah, how the poor world is peftered with such water. fies, diminutives of nature !
Achil. My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite
Tber. With too much blood, and too little brain, thefe two may run mad : but if with too much brain, and too little blood, they do, I'll be a curer of mad
Here's Agamemnon, an honest fellow enough, and one that loves b quails, but he hath not so much brain as ear-wax; and the goodly transformation of Jupiter there, his brother, the bull, (the primitive statue, and antique' memorial of cuckolds) a thrifty shoeing
horn (a) This is a circumftance taken from the story-book of the three deArullions of Troy
(b) Meaning wanton Women : Quails being of so hot a conftitution that it is a proverb among the French, Chaud comm'une caille. And Des cailles coiffées is an expreffion used by Rabelais. Theob.
6 discoveries 7 Out, gall! 8 oblique
horn in a chain, hanging at his brother's leg ; to what form, but that 9'he is of, should' wit larded with malice, and malice farced with wic turn him?" to an ass were nothing, he is both ass and ox ; to an ox were nothing, he is both ox and als : to be a dog, a mule, a cat, a fitchew, a toad, a lizard, an owl, a puttock, or a herring without a roe, I would not care ; but to be Menelaus, I would conspire against destiny. Ask me not what I would be, if I were not Ther sites ; for I care not to be the lowse of a lazar, so I were not Menelaus. Hey-day, spirits and fires !
SCENE E II. Enter Hector, Troilus, Ajax, Agamemnon, Ulysses,
Nestor, and Diomede, with lights. Aga. We go wrong, we go wrong. Ajax. No, yonder 'tis, there where we see the light. Hext. I trouble you. Ajax. No, not a whit..
Enter Achilles. Ulyf. Here comes himself to guide you. Achil. Welcome, brave Hector, welcome, Princes all.
Aga. So, now, fair Prince of Troy, I bid good-night. Ajax commands the guard to tend on you.
Heft. Thanks and good-night to the Greeks' General.
sweet sink, sweet sewer.
Achil. Good-night, and welcome, both at once, to those that go or tarry.
Achil. Old Nestor carries ; you too, Diomede,
The 9 he is, should I turn him to ?