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Aga. Fair lord Æneas, let me touch your hand: To our Pavilion shall I lead
first: Achilles shall have word of this intent, So sball each lord of Greece from tent to tent : Yourself shall feast with us before you go, And find the welcome of a noble foe. [Exeunt.
S CE N E VII.
Manent Ulysses and Nestor.
Nest. What says Ulysses?
Neft. What is't?
Uly). This ’tis :
Neft. Well, and how now?
Ulys. This Challenge that the gallant Hector sends, However it is spread in general name, Relates in pupose only to Achilles.
Neft. The purpose is perspicuous even as Substance, Whole grofiness little characters fum up. And, in the publication, make no ftrain, But that Achilles, were his brain as barren As banks of Libya, (tho', Apollo knows, 'Tis dry enongh,) will with great speed of judgment, Ay, with celerity, find Hi&tor's purpose Pointing on him.
Ulyf. And wake him to the answer, think you? Nejt. Yes, 'tis most meet; whom may you clse oppose,
That can from Hedor bring his honour off,
Ulyl. Give pardon to my speech;
Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes,
Neft. Ulysses, Now I relish thy advice,
A C T II.
SC EN E I.
The Grecian Camp.
A J A X.
Ther. Agamemnon-how if he had boils--full, all over, generally.
[Talking to himself. Ajax. Therfites,
Ther. And those boils did run--fay fo-did not the General run? were not that a botchy core ? Ajax, Dog!
Ther. Then there would come fome matter from him : I see none now.
Ajax. Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not hear? feel then.
Strikes him, Ther. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mungrel beef-witted lord !
Ajax. * Speak then, you windyeft leaven, speak; I will beat thee into handsomeness.
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’ft 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 loathsom'ft fcab in Greece.
Ajax. I say, the proclamation
Ther. Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Achilles, and thou art as full of envy at his Greatness, as Cerberus is at Proserpina's Beauty: ay, that thou bark'st at him.
Ajax. Mistress Therftes !
Ther. He would pound thee into shivers with his fist, as a sailor breaks a bilket. Ajax. You whorefon cur !
[Beating him. Ther. Do, do. Ajax. Thou stool for a witch !
Ther. Ay, do, do, thou sodden-witted lord ; thou halt no more brain than I have in my elbows; an
* Speak then, thou whinid'st leaven,] This is the Reading of the old Copies. It should be windyeft, c.i. most windy. Warb.
Assinego may tutor thee. Thou scurvy valiant ass ! thou art here but to thrala Trojans, and thou art bought and fold among those of any wit, like a Barbarian flave. If thou 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!
(Bealing him. Ther. Mars his ideot! do, rudeness ; do, camel, do, do.
Enter Achilles and Patroclus. Achil. HY, how now, Ajax? wherefore do you
this? How now, Thersites? what' the matter, man?
Ther. You see him there, do you?
Achil. I know that, fool.
Ther. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he utters; his evalions 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 frike him, Achilles intera/es. Vol. IX.