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Ther. And those boiles 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, canst thou not hear? feel then.
[Strikes bim. Ther. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mungrel beef-witted Lord!
Ajax. Speak then, you unwinnow'dit (9) leaven, speak; I will beat thee into handsomnefs.
Ther. I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness; but, I think, thy horse will sooner con an oration, than thou learn a prayer without book : thou canst strike, canst thou? a red murrain o’thy jade's tricks !
Ajax. Toads-stool, learn me the proclamation.
Ther. Doeft thou think, I have no sense, thou strik't me thus ?
Ajax. The proclamation-
Ther. I would, thou didst itch from head to foot, and I had the scratching of thee ; I would make thee the loathfom'ít scab in Greece.
Ajax. I say, the proclamation
Ther. Thou grumbleft and railest every hour on Acbilles, and thou art as full of envy at his Greatness, as Cerbereus is at Proserpina's Beauty : ay, that thou bar k'it at him.
Ajax. Mistress Therfites !
(9) Speak then, you unsalted Leaven, Speak;) This is a reading obtruded upon us by Mr. Pope, that has no Authority or Countenance from any of the Copies; nor that approaches in any Degree to the Traces of the old Reading, you whinid's Leaven. This, 'tis true, is corrupted and unintelligible ; but the Emendation, which I have coin'd out of it, gives us a Sense apt and consonant to what Ajax would say ." Thou Lump of four Dough, kneaded up out of “ a Flower, unpurg'd and unfifted, with all the Dross and Bran " in it.'' P4
I her. He would pound thee into thivers with his fift, as a failor breaks a bisket. Ajax. You whoreson cur !
[Beating him. Tber. Do, do. Ajax. Thou ftool for a witch !
Iber. Ay, do, do, thou sodden-witted Lord ; thou halt no more brain than I have in my elbows : an Afinego may tutor thee. Thou scurvy valiant ass ! thou art here but to thrash Trojans, and thou art bought and sold a. mong those of any wit, like a Barbarian slave. If thod use 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!
[Beating him. Tber. Mars his ideot! do, rudeness; do, camel, do, do.
Enter Achilles and Patroclus.
Tber. You see him there, do you?
Ther. But yet you look not well upon him : for whosoever you take him to be, he iş Ajax.
Achil. I know that, fool.
Tber. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he utters; his evasions have ears thus long. I have bobb’d his brain, more than he has beat my bones: I will buy nine sparrows for a penny, and his Pia Mater is not worth the ninth part of a sparrow. This Lord ( Achilles ) Ajax, who wears his wit in his belly, and his guts in his head, I'll tell you what I say of him. Achil. What? [Ajax offers to strike him, Achilles interposes.
Ther. I fay, this Ajax
Ther. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for whom he comes to fight.
Achil. Peace, fool!
Ther. I would have peace and quietness, but the fool will not : he there, that he, look you there.
Ajax. O thou damn'd cur, I shall-
wit to a fool's ?
Ajax. I bade the vile owl go learn me the tenour of the proclamation, and he rails upon me.
Ther. I serve thee not. Ajax. Well, go to, go to. Ther. I serve here voluntary.
Achil. Your last service was sufferance, 'twas not voluntary; no man is beaten voluntary; Ajax was here the voluntary, and you as under an impress. Ther. Ev'n fo
great deal of your wit too lies in your finews, or else there be liars. Heëtor shall have a great catch, if he knock out either of your brains; he were as good crack a fusty nut with no kernel.
Achil. What, with me too, Thersites?
Ther. There's Ulz/jes and old Nefior, (whose wit was mouldy ere your Grandfires had nails on their toes,) (10) yoke you like draft oxen, and make you plough up the wair.
Achil. What! what !
(10) There's Ulysses, and old Neftor, wbose Wit was mouldy ere their Grandfires bad Nails on their toes,] This is one of these Editors wife Riddles. This is no Folly of Thersites's venting.
What! Was Nestor's Wit mouldy, before his Grandfire's Tocs had any Nails ? that is, was the Grandson an old Man, before the Grandfather was out of his Swathing cloaths ? Prepoftcrous Nonsense ! and yet so easy a Change, as one puor Pronoun for another sets all right and clear,
Ther. Yes, good footh; to, Achilles ! to, Ajax ! toAjax. I shall cut out your tongue.
Ther. 'Tis no matter, I fall speak as much as thou afterwards.
Patr. No more words, Therfites.
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 Itirring, and leave the factions of fools. [Exit.
Pair. A good riddance.
Ajax. Farewel ! who shall answer him?
Ächil. I know not, 'tis put to lott'ry, otherwise He knew his man.
Ajax. O, meaning you : I'll go learn more of it. [Exe. SCENE changes to Priam's Palace in Troy.
Enter Priam, Hector, Troilus, Paris and Helenus. Pri. Fter so many hours, lives, speeches spent,
Deliver Helen, and all damage elle
to't? Hect. Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than 1, As far as touches my particular, yet 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 follows? 'Than Hector is. The Wound of Peace is Surety,
Surety secure; hut modeft Doubt is call'd
Troi. Fy, fy, my brother:
Hel. No marvel, though you bite so sharp at reasons,
Troi. You are for dreams and flumbers, brother Priest,
Heft. Brother, she is not worth what the doth cost