The Grecian camp. Before the tent of ACHILLES
Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS ACHILLES I'll heat his blood with Greekish wine to-night,
Which with my scimitar I'll cool to-morrow.
Patroclus, let us feast him to the height.
PATROCLUS Here comes Thersites.
Enter THERSITES ACHILLES How now, thou core of envy!
Thou crusty batch of nature, what's the news?
THERSITES Why, thou picture of what thou seemest, and idol of
idiot worshippers, here's a letter for thee.
ACHILLES From whence, fragment?
THERSITES Why, thou full dish of fool, from Troy.
PATROCLUS Who keeps the tent now?
THERSITES The surgeon's box or the patient's wound.
PATROCLUS Well said, Adversity! and what needs these tricks?
THERSITES Prithee, be silent, boy; I profit not by thy talk; thou
art said to be Achilles' male varlet.
PATROCLUS Male varlet, you rogue! What's that?
THERSITES Why, his masculine whore. Now, the rotten diseases of
the south, the guts-griping ruptures, catarrhs, loads o' gravel
in the back, lethargies, cold palsies, raw eyes, dirt-rotten
livers, wheezing lungs, bladders full of imposthume, sciaticas,
limekilns i' th' palm, incurable bone-ache, and the rivelled fee-
simple of the tetter, take and take again such preposterous
discoveries!
PATROCLUS Why, thou damnable box of envy, thou, what meanest thou
to curse thus?
THERSITES Do I curse thee?
PATROCLUS Why, no, you ruinous butt; you whoreson
indistinguishable cur, no.
THERSITES No! Why art thou, then, exasperate, thou idle immaterial
skein of sleid silk, thou green sarcenet flap for a sore eye,
thou tassel of a prodigal's purse, thou? Ah, how the poor world is
pest'red with such water-flies-diminutives of nature!
PATROCLUS Out, gall!
THERSITES Finch egg!
ACHILLES My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite
From my great purpose in to-morrow's battle.
Here is a letter from Queen Hecuba,
A token from her daughter, my fair love,
Both taxing me and gaging me to keep
An oath that I have sworn. I will not break it.
Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay;
My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.
Come, come, Thersites, help to trim my tent;
This night in banqueting must all be spent.
Away, Patroclus!
Exit with PATROCLUS THERSITES With too much blood and too little brain these two may
run mad; but, if with too much brain and to little blood they do,
I'll be a curer of madmen. Here's Agamemnon, an honest fellow
enough, and one that loves quails, but he has not so much brain
as ear-wax; and the goodly transformation of Jupiter there, his
brother, the bull, the primitive statue and oblique memorial of
cuckolds, a thrifty shoeing-horn in a chain, hanging at his
brother's leg-to what form but that he is, should wit larded with
malice, and malice forced with wit, turn him to? To an ass, were
nothing: he is both ass and ox. To an ox, were nothing: he is both
ox and ass. To be a dog, a mule, a cat, a fitchew, a toad, a
lizard, an owl, a put-tock, 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 Thersites; for I care
not to be the louse of a lazar, so I were not Menelaus. Hey-day!
sprites and fires!
Enter HECTOR, TROILUS, AJAX, AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES,
NESTOR, MENELAUS, and DIOMEDES, with lights AGAMEMNON We go wrong, we go wrong.
AJAX No, yonder 'tis;
There, where we see the lights.
HECTOR I trouble you.
AJAX No, not a whit.
Re-enter ACHILLES ULYSSES Here comes himself to guide you.
ACHILLES Welcome, brave Hector; welcome, Princes all.
AGAMEMNON So now, fair Prince of Troy, I bid good night;
Ajax commands the guard to tend on you.
HECTOR Thanks, and good night to the Greeks' general.
MENELAUS Good night, my lord.
HECTOR Good night, sweet Lord Menelaus.
THERSITES Sweet draught! 'Sweet' quoth 'a?
Sweet sink, sweet sewer!
ACHILLES Good night and welcome, both at once, to those
That go or tarry.
AGAMEMNON Good night.
Exeunt AGAMEMNON and MENELAUS ACHILLES Old Nestor tarries; and you too, Diomed,
Keep Hector company an hour or two.
DIOMEDES I cannot, lord; I have important business,
The tide whereof is now. Good night, great Hector.
HECTOR Give me your hand.
ULYSSES [Aside to TROILUS] Follow his torch; he goes to
Calchas' tent; I'll keep you company.
TROILUS Sweet sir, you honour me.
HECTOR And so, good night.
Exit DIOMEDES; ULYSSES and TROILUS following ACHILLES Come, come, enter my tent.
Exeunt all but THERSITES THERSITES That same Diomed's a false-hearted rogue, a most unjust
knave; I will no more trust him when he leers than I will a
serpent when he hisses. He will spend his mouth and promise, like
Brabbler the hound; but when he performs, astronomers foretell
it: it is prodigious, there will come some change; the sun
borrows of the moon when Diomed keeps his word. I will rather
leave to see Hector than not to dog him. They say he keeps a
Troyan drab, and uses the traitor Calchas' tent. I'll after.
Nothing but lechery! All incontinent varlets!
Exit