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THERSITES 'Tis no matter! I shall speak as much as thou PATROCLUS No more words, Thersites; peace! THERSITES I will hold my peace when Achilles' brach bids me, shall I? ACHILLES There's for you, Patroclus. THERSITES I will see you hanged, like clotpoles, ere I come Exit PATROCLUS A good riddance. ACHILLES Marry, this, sir, is proclaim'd through all our host: AJAX Farewell. Who shall answer him? ACHILLES I know not: 'tis put to lottery; otherwise AJAX O, meaning you. I will go learn more of it. Exeunt |
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