Achil. Thou art too brief. I will the fecond time, As I would buy thee, view thee, limb by limb. Het. O, like a book of sport thou'lt read me o'er: But there's more in me than thou understand'st. Why doft thou fo opprefs me with thine eye? Achil. Tell me, you heav'ns, in which part of his body And make diftinct the very breach, where-out Achil. I tell thee, yea. Helt. Wert thou the oracle to tell me fo, Ajax. Do not chafe thee, coufin ; And you, Achilles, let thefe threats alone Achil. Doft thou intreat me, Hector? 3 to be odd Helt. 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 leifure and your bounties fhall To taste your bounties: let the trumpets blow; That this great foldier may his welcome know. [Exeunt. S CEN E X. Manent Troilus and Ulyffes. Troi. My Lord Ulyffes, tell me, I beseech you, Troi. Shall I, fweet Lord, be bound to thee so much, After you part from Agamemnon's tent, To bring me thither ? Ulyf. You fhall command me, Sir. Troi. O Sir, to fuch as boafting fhew their scars, But ftill, fweet love is food for fortune's tooth. [Exeunt. 4 that wails ACT A CT V. I' SCENE I. Before Achilles's Tent in the Grecian Camp. Enter Achilles and Patroclus. ACHILLE S. 'L L heat his blood with Greckish wine to-night, Enter Therfites. Achil. How now, thou core of envy? Thou crufty botch of nature, what's the news? Ther. Why, thou picture of what thou feem'ft, and idol of idiot-worshippers, here's a letter for thee. Achil. From whence, fragment? Ther. Why, thou full difh of fool, from Troy. Ther. The furgeon's box, or the patient's wound.a Pat. Well faid, adverfity; and what need these tricks? Ther. Pr'ythee be filent, boy, I profit not by thy talk ; thou art thought to be Achilles's "male-harlot. Pat. 'Male-harlot, you rogue? what's that? Ther. Why, his mafculine whore. Now the rotten diseases of the fouth, guts-griping, ruptures, catarrhs, loads o' gravel i' th' back; lethargies, cold palfies, raw eyes, dirt-rotten livers, wheezing lungs, bladders full of impofthume, fciatica's, lime-kilns i' th' palm, incurable bone-ake, and the rivall'd fee-fimple of the tetter, (a) In this anfwer Therfites only quibbles upon the word Tent. ... tetter, take and take again fuch prepofterous "debaucheries! Pat. Why, thou damnable box of envy thou, what mean'ft thou to curfe thus? Ther. Do I curfe thee? Pat. Why, no, you ruinous butt, you whorefon indistinguishable cur. Ther. No? why art thou then exafperate, thou idle immaterial skein of fley'd filk; thou green farcenet flap for a fore eye; thou taffel of a prodigal's purfe, thou? Ah, how the poor world is peftered with fuch waterflies, diminutives of nature! Pat. "Nut-gall!` Achil. My fweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite A token from her daughter, my fair love, a [Exeunt Achilles and Patroclus. Ther. 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 madmen. Here's Agamemnon, an honeft fellow enough, and one that loves b quails, but he hath not fo much brain as ear-wax; and the goodly transformation of Jupiter there, his brother, the bull, (the primitive ftatue, and antique memorial of cuckolds) a thrifty fhoeing horn (a) This is a circumftance taken from the ftory-book of the three defructions of Troy. (b) Meaning wanton Women: Quails being of fo hot a conflitution that it is a proverb among the French, Chaud comm' une caille. And Des cailles coiffées is an expreffion used by Rabelais. 6 discoveries 7 Out, gall! 8 oblique Theob. horn in a chain, hanging at his brother's leg; to what form, but that he is of, fhould wit larded with malice, and malice farced with wit turn him ? to an afs were nothing, he is both afs and ox; to an ox were nothing, he is both ox and afs: 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 confpire against destiny. Ask me not what I would be, if I were not Therfites; for I care not to be the lowfe of a lazar, fo I were not Menelaus.Hey-day, fpirits and fires! SCENE Enter Hector, Troilus, Ajax, Agamemnon, Ulyffes, Neftor, and Diomede, with lights. Aga. We go wrong, we go wrong. Ajax. No, yonder 'tis, there where we see the light. Het. 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. Helt. Thanks and good-night to the Greeks' General. Men. Good-night, my Lord. He. Good-night, fweet Lord Menelaus. Ther. Sweet draff fweet fewer. fweet, quoth a fweet fink, Achil. Good-night, and welcome, both at once, to thofe that go or tarry. Aga. Good-night. Achil. Old Neftor tarries; you too, Diomede, Keep Hector company an hour or two Dio. I cannot, Lord, I have important business, 9 he is, fhould I turn him to ? The |