Ajax.

Thersites,—

Ther.

Agamemnon—how if he had boiles— full, all over, generally.

Ajax.

Thersites.—

Ther.

And those boiles did run—say so—did not the General run? were not that a botchy core?

Ajax.

Dog!—

Ther.

Then there would come some matter from him; I see none now.

Ajax.

Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not hear? feel then.

^{8 note}Ther.

The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mungrel beef-witted Lord!

Ajax.

^{9 note}

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.

Doest thou think, I have no sense, thou strik'st me thus?

Ajax.

The proclamation—

Ther.

Thou art proclaim'd a fool, I think.

Ajax.

Do not, porcupine, do not. My fingers itch.

Ther.

I would, thou didst itch from head to foot, and I had the scratching of thee; I would make thee the loathsom'st scab ^{1 note}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, ^{2 note}that thou bark'st at him.

Ajax.

Mistress Thersites!—

Ther.

Thou shouldst strike him.

Ajax.

Cobloaf!

Ther.

He would pun thee into shivers with his fist, as a sailor breaks a bisket.

Ajax.

You whoreson cur!—

Ther.

Do, do.

Ajax.

Thou stool for a witch!—6Q0241

Ther.

Ay, do, do, thou sodden-witted Lord; thou hast no more brain than I have in my elbows; an Assinego may tutor thee. Thou scurvy valiant ass! thou art here but to thrash Trojans, and thou art bought and sold among those of any wit, like a Barbarian slave. 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!

Ther.

You scurvy Lord!

Ajax.

You cur!

Ther.

Mars his ideot! do, rudeness; do, camel, do, do.

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