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Manent Ulysses and Nestor.
vlys. I have a young Conception in my Brain, Be you my time to bring it to some shape.
Neft. What is't?
Vlyf. This 'tis:
Neft. Well, and how now?
Ulys. This Challenge that the valiant Hektor sends,
Neft. The purpose is perfpicuous even as Substance,
Vlyf. And wake him to the Answer, think you?
Neft. Yes, 'tis moft meet; whom may you else oppose
Makes Merit her Ele&ion, and doth boil
Ulys. Give pardon to my Speech:
Neft. I see them not with my old Eyes : What are they?
Ulys. What glory our Achilles Mares from Hector,
Nest. Now Ulysses, I begin to relish thy advice,
Two Curs shall tame each other; Pride alone
A CT II. SCENE I.
Enter Ajax and Thersites.
Ther. Agamemnon---- how if he bad Biles. .full, all over generally,
[Talking to himself Ajax. Therfites.
Ther. And those Biles did run.--. say so... did not the General run, were not that a Botchy core?
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.
[Strikes him. Ther. The Plague of Greece upon thee, thou Mungrel beef-witted Lord.
Ajex. Speak then, you whinid'It leaven, speak, I will beat thee into handsomness.
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 Jades tricks.
Ajax. Toads-stoo, learn me the Proclamation.
[thus? Ther. Thou art proclaim'd a Fool, I think. Ajax, Do not Purcupine, do not; my Fingers itch.
Ther. I would thou didit itch from Head to Foot, and I had the scratching of thee, I would make thee the loathfom'st scab in Greece.
Ajax. I say, the Proclamation.
Ther. Thou grumblift and railest every hour on Achilles, and thou art as full of envy at his greatness, as Cerberus is at Proserpina's Beauty. I, that thou bark'st'at him.
Ajax. Mistress Therfites.
Ther. He would pun thee into Shivers with his Fist, as a
[Beating him, Ther. Do, do, Ajax. Thou stool for a Witch.
Ther. Ay, do, thou fodden-witted Lord; thou haft na more Brain than I have in mine Elbows: An Afinico may tutor thee. Thou scurvy valiant Afs, thou art here but to thresh Trojaxs, and thou art bought and fold 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.
(Beating him. Ther. Mars his Idiot ; do Rudeness, do Camel, do, do.
Enter Achilles and Patroclus.
this? How now, Therftes? what's the matter, Man?
Ther. You see him there, do you?
Ther. But yet you look not well upon him; for wholcever you take him to be, he is Ajax.
Achil. I know that Fool.
Ther. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he utters, bis 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. As will stop the Eye of Helen's Needle, for whom he comes to fight.
Acbil. Peace, Foo!.
Ther. I would have peace and quietness, but the Fool will not; he there, that he, look you there.
Ajat. O thou damn'd Cur, I shall.
Ajax. I bad the vile Owl, go learn me the tenure of the Proclamation, and he rails upon me.
Ther. I serve thee not.
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. E'en so.--a great a deal of your wit too lies in your Sinews, or else there be Liars: Hector 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, Therfites?
Ther. There's Ulysses, and old Nestor, whose Wit was mouldy e'er their Grandfires had Nails on their Toes, yoke you like draft Oxen, and make you plough up the wair.
Achil. What! what!
Ajax. I shall cut out your Tongue. Ther. 'Tis no matter, I shall speak as much as thou af. terwards.
Pat. No more Words, Therfites.
Ther. I will hold my peace when Achilles Brach bids me, shall I? Achil. There's for you, Patroclus.