PATROCLUS
Why thou damnable box of envy, thou, what meanest thou to curse thus? THERSITES
Do I curse thee? PATROCLUS
Why no, you ruinous butt, you whoreson indistinguishable cur, no. THERSITES
No! why art thou then exasperate, thou idle immaterial skein of sleave-silk, thou green sarcenet flap for a
sore eye, thou tassel of a prodigal's purse, thou? Ah, how the poor world is pestered with such waterflies,
diminutives of nature! PATROCLUS
Out, gall! THERSITES
Finch-egg! ACHILLES
My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite From my great purpose in to-morrow's battle. Here is a letter
from Queen Hecuba, A token from her daughter, my fair love, Both taxing me and gaging me to keep An
oath that I have sworn. I will not break it: Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies
here, this I'll obey. Come, come, Thersites, help to trim my tent: This night in banqueting must all be spent. Away,
Patroclus!
Exeunt ACHILLES and PATROCLUS THERSITES
With too much blood and too little brain, these two may run mad; but, if with too much brain and too little
blood they do, I'll be a curer of madmen. Here's Agamemnon, an honest fellow enough and one that loves
quails; but he has not so much brain as earwax: and the goodly transformation of Jupiter there, his brother,
the bull, the primitive statue, and oblique memorial of cuckolds; a thrifty shoeing-horn in a chain, hanging
at his brother's leg, to what form but that he is, should wit larded with malice and malice forced with wit
turn him to? To an ass, were nothing; he is both ass and ox: to an ox, were nothing; he is both ox and ass.
To be a dog, a mule, a cat, a fitchew, a toad, a lizard, an owl, a puttock, or a herring without a roe, I would not
care; but to be Menelaus, I would conspire against destiny. Ask me not, what I would be, if I were not
Thersites; for I care not to be the louse of a lazar, so I were not Menelaus! Hey-day! spirits and fires!
Enter HECTOR, TROILUS, AJAX, AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, NESTOR, MENELAUS, and DIOMEDES,
with lights AGAMEMNON
We go wrong, we go wrong.
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