Troilus And Cressida

1 Alarums. Excursions. Enter Thersites.
2 THERSITES.
3 Now they are clapper-clawing one another; I’ll go look on. That
4 dissembling abominable varlet, Diomed, has got that same scurvy doting
5 foolish young knave’s sleeve of Troy there in his helm. I would fain
6 see them meet, that that same young Trojan ass that loves the whore
7 there might send that Greekish whoremasterly villain with the sleeve
8 back to the dissembling luxurious drab of a sleeve-less errand. O’ the
9 other side, the policy of those crafty swearing rascals that stale old
10 mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor, and that same dog-fox, Ulysses, is not
11 prov’d worth a blackberry. They set me up, in policy, that mongrel cur,
12 Ajax, against that dog of as bad a kind, Achilles; and now is the cur,
13 Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm today; whereupon
14 the Grecians begin to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill
15 opinion.
16 Enter Diomedes, Troilus following.
17 Soft! here comes sleeve, and t’other.
18 TROILUS.
19 Fly not; for shouldst thou take the river Styx, I would swim after.
20 DIOMEDES.
21 Thou dost miscall retire.
22 I do not fly; but advantageous care
23 Withdrew me from the odds of multitude.
24 Have at thee!
25 THERSITES.
26 Hold thy whore, Grecian; now for thy whore,
27 Trojan! now the sleeve, now the sleeve!
28 [_Exeunt Troilus and Diomedes fighting_.]
29 Enter Hector.
30 HECTOR.
31 What art thou, Greek? Art thou for Hector’s match?
32 Art thou of blood and honour?
33 THERSITES.
34 No, no I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue.
35 HECTOR.
36 I do believe thee. Live.
37 [_Exit_.]
38 THERSITES.
39 God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a plague break thy neck for
40 frighting me! What’s become of the wenching rogues? I think they have
41 swallowed one another. I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a sort,
42 lechery eats itself. I’ll seek them.
43 [_Exit_.]