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SCENE: Troy and the Greek camp before it
ACT II. SCENE 1. The Grecian camp

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Enter Ajax and THERSITES

  AJAX. Thersites!

  THERSITES. Agamemnon-how if he had boils full, an over,

generally?

  AJAX. Thersites!

  THERSITES. And those boils did run-say so. Did not the general

run

    then? Were not that a botchy core?

  AJAX. Dog!

  THERSITES. 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]

  THERSITES. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel

beef-witted

    lord!

  AJAX. Speak, then, thou whinid'st leaven, speak. I will beat

thee

    into handsomeness.

  THERSITES. 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. Toadstool, learn me the proclamation.

  THERSITES. Dost thou think I have no sense, thou strikest me

thus?

  AJAX. The proclamation!

  THERSITES. Thou art proclaim'd, a fool, I think.

  AJAX. Do not, porpentine, do not; my fingers itch.

  THERSITES. I would thou didst itch from head to foot and I had

the

    scratching of thee; I would make thee the loathsomest scab in

    Greece. When thou art forth in the incursions, thou strikest

as

    slow as another.

  AJAX. I say, the proclamation.

  THERSITES. 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 Thersites!

  THERSITES. Thou shouldst strike him.

  AJAX. Cobloaf!

  THERSITES. He would pun thee into shivers with his fist, as a

    sailor breaks a biscuit.

  AJAX. You whoreson cur! [Strikes

him]

  THERSITES. Do, do.

  AJAX. Thou stool for a witch!

  THERSITES. Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord! Thou hast no

more

    brain than I have in mine elbows; an assinico may tutor thee.


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